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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BACK TO EARTH, by AGNES I. EASON First Line: I stood on the mountain top Last Line: Grew below! | |||
I stood on the mountain top, With fanfare of trumpet, Blazing was the sunshine On my white armor, Nothing but desolate Space above! I fell from the mountain top, Fell to depths of the valley, Soiled my white armor, Broken my trumpet, But -- exquisite violets Grew below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL OF HATE by AGNES I. EASON BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS THE FIGHTING RACE [FEBRUARY 16, 1898] by JOSEPH IGNATIUS CONSTANTINE CLARKE INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL SONGS OF LABOR: DEDICATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LAURELS ARE FELLED by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE EPITAPH FOR A CONDEMNED BOOK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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