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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LANDSCAPE BY COURBET, by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Low lies the mere beneath the moorside, still
Last Line: Low lies the mere.
Subject(s): Roundels; Summer; Wind
First Line: Low lies the mere beneath the moorside, still
Last Line: Low lies the mere.
Subject(s): Roundels; Summer; Wind
Low lies the mere beneath the moorside, still
And glad of silence: down the wood sweeps clear
To the soft verge where fed with many a rill
Low lies the mere.
The wind speaks only summer: eye nor ear
Sees aught at all of dark, hears aught of shrill,
From sound or shadow felt or fancied here.
Strange, as we praise the dead man's might and skill,
Strange that harsh thoughts should make such heavy cheer,
While, clothed with peace by heaven's most gentle will,
Low lies the mere.
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