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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GARDEN, by AL-NASHSHAR First Line: O you, who chide my passion Last Line: Pale marguerite. | |||
O you, who chide my passion In so cruel fashion, When may I hope release From love, and peace? Between her cheeks and gleaming Lips a mole lies dreaming, A negro who at dawn Surveys the lawn. Bewildered which to gather, Whether he would rather The roses, or the sweet Pale marguerite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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