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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNING, by PHILIP HENRY SAVAGE Poet's Biography First Line: Not least, 'tis ever my delight Last Line: Of morning, when I move to death. | |||
NOT least, 't is ever my delight To drink the early morning light; To take the air upon my tongue And taste it while the day is young. So let my solace be the breath Of morning, when I move to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SILKWEED by PHILIP HENRY SAVAGE SOLITUDE by PHILIP HENRY SAVAGE THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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