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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOON OF GRACE, by AL-JAZZAR First Line: Neath the hood and cape Last Line: Harbour musk divine. | |||
Neath the hood and cape That his beauty drape Shines my moon of grace: 'Ye who love forsake' Cry his charms, 'O take Me to your embrace!' If his garments seem Coarse, and if ye deem He is meanly clad, Yet recall the rose: Stemmed on thorns, it glows Beautiful and glad. Recollect the pitch Black and brutal, which Crowns the precious wine, And remember how Boxes cheap enow Harbour musk divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP by SARA TEASDALE THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS TO CHLOE; AN APOLOGY FOR GOING INTO THE COUNTRY by JOHN WOLCOTT |
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