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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...CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD THE RECOLLECTION OF THE PEOPLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER STANZAS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DECEMBER'S GIFT by DEBRA BRUCE |
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