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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO JACK LONDON, by JOSE BOSLEY First Line: Your ashes lie high on our sacred sonoma hills Last Line: While youth is still on earth. Subject(s): London, Jack (1876-1916) | |||
Your ashes lie high on your sacred Sonoma Hills ... Your spirit is at rest. Rest? Every gem-blue wave that flows through the Golden Gate; Every storm-born billow that rolls to the Orient; Every snow-choked trail that ends at a cabin door Resurrects that insurgent spirit which no grave can hold While youth is still on earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JACK LONDON AND O.HENRY by CARL SANDBURG REPLACEMENTS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI JACK LONDON NUTHOUSE by SAMUEL MAIO JACK LONDON by WILLIAM EDGAR STAFFORD SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |
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