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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HERITAGE, by BEATRICE RUTH GIBBS First Line: What is there here, in these small country places Last Line: England, that is our children's heritage. Subject(s): Ancestors & Ancestry; England; Heritage; Heredity; English | |||
What is there here, in these small country places, Sleepy and still beneath a cloudy sky, Where slow men plod, with rain upon their faces, That for their keeping none has feared to die? Green are the meadows, in their patchwork making Patterns with fields knee-deep in golden grain Russet and yellow, ripened for the taking, Apples are heavy on the bough again. Normans have worshipped where the broad grey tower Shelters the quiet sleeping of its own, Cottages cluster, window-sills a-flower, Leaning to little paths of cobble-stone. What is there here, that for its happy living Men have not feared to die from age to age? Beauty that tears the heart, so great its giving, England, that is our children's heritage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE GHOSTS IN ENGLAND by ROBINSON JEFFERS STAYING UP FOR ENGLAND by LIAM RECTOR STONE AND FLOWER by KENNETH REXROTH THE HANGED MAN by KENNETH REXROTH ENGLISH TRAIN COMPARTMENT by JOHN UPDIKE |
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