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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE POET IN AUTUMN, by MARGARET FRASER First Line: Now be the sharpened cold Last Line: And the dreamy blood; be winter! | |||
Now be the sharpened cold That startles drowsy ground: With words alert and bold, Inflict a frosty wound! Come freeze our breath to stone, O tingling mind, and splinter The sleep of the stolid bone And the dreamy blood; be Winter! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HORIZONS by MARGARET FRASER ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN A SONG OF RICHES by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ASPIRATIONS: 7 by MATHILDE BLIND A RHAPSODY OF LIFE'S PROGRESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BUGLER FROM THE PEAKS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |
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