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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SINGER, by AL-BUQAIRA First Line: Did I aught else but utter Last Line: How then shall I sing? | |||
Did I aught else but utter The praises of your name, Well content to flutter In your tree of fame? If you now deny me The shelter of your wing, And no more stand by me, How then shall I sing? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 93. AL-NOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE PRODIGAL'S BROTHER SPEAKS by BESS SAMUEL AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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