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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LUTE, by IBN QADI MILA First Line: God ever bless the earth Last Line: Fair maidens sing thereto. Subject(s): Lutes | |||
God ever bless the earth That brought your tree to birth: Its branches thrived indeed, And fruitful was its seed. Birds sang on every bough When it was green; and now, Though withered through and through, Fair maidens sing thereto. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 6. CORRINA by THOMAS CAMPION SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE LUTE OBEYS by THOMAS WYATT A SONG TO THE LUTE IN MUSICKE by RICHARD EDWARDS (1523-1566) THE POEMS OF COLD MOUNTAIN: 7 by HAN SHAN |
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