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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...A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE OTHER WORLD by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE SONG by WALTHER VON DER VOGELWEIDE A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT RHAPSODY by MARTIN DONISTHORPE ARMSTRONG |
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