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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIMBLE, by AL-LISS First Line: Tis like a helmet, nicked Last Line: The helmet of its crest. | |||
'Tis like a helmet, nicked Where thrusting lances pricked; Some sword has dispossessed The helmet of its crest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 97. A SUPERSCRIPTION by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WASPS: THE TRIAL OF THE DOG by ARISTOPHANES TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: QUESTIONS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THINK-ABOUTS by DAISY MAUD BELLIS NORTHERN CALIFORNIA NIGHT (STRAITS OF CARQUINEZ) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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