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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TSCHAIKOWSKY, by VIRGINIA WALLACE RUNYON First Line: These things were his: the shuddering night wind Last Line: He found at last a triumph in despair. Subject(s): Music & Musicians; Tchaikovsky, Pytor Ilich (1840-1893); Tschaikovsky, Pytor Ilich | |||
(Pathetic Symphony, Final Movement Adagio Lamentoso) These things were his: the shuddering night wind, The slow descent of brown and hopeless leaves Through circling lanes of autumn air, frost-thinned, Toward Earth, impassive breast which never grieves. Let other restless titans flaunt their powers And chant the miracles of upward flight, Forging their deathless sky-assaulting towers On knife-thin pinnacles of breathless light! Alone he trod the last, most desperate league And still pressed forward. Knowing hope was gone, He dared explore night's ultimate intrigue, To face the East and yet deny the dawn. And groping downward on life's tragic stair, He found at last a triumph in despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEOPARD LILIES by VIRGINIA WALLACE RUNYON EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FACTORY-GIRL by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |
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