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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHEEL, by IBN AL-ABBAR Poet's Biography First Line: Spun by the weir Last Line: Himself never tastes. | |||
Spun by the weir The water-wheel turns, A heavenly sphere Where star never burns. Reared o'er the rill By art, that decrees Its labouring still Others to ease. Freedom to stir The length of its chains, A prisoner Released for his pains. Rises and sinks The water: rain That of ocean drinks To pour again. Enchanting indeed: The saki hastes With wine for the mead Himself never tastes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 4. BALLYTULLAGH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM AN AUTUMN SONNET by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HOW TO CATCH A BLACK-FISH by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD EPIGRAM ON ONE BORN BLIND, AND SO DEAD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A CURSE FOR A NATION: THE CURSE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |
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