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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ENIGMA: 21, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL Poet's Biography First Line: Though constantly we're in the mire Last Line: And multiply your puny force. Subject(s): Wheels | |||
THOUGH constantly we're in the mire, We shine and sparkle with our fire; Part of the verb 'to speak' we need, And yet no words from us proceed. The annals of the Inquisition Reveal too well our awful mission; In what they call the 'good old days," Our patronesses won high praise. Ii is our business to convey Men, beasts, and chattels day by day; You often bear us near your heart, And would be loth from us to part. Though never weary with our speed, Full often we are tired indeed; A tribe of insects, most minute, Receive from us a name to suit. Long since we used to condescend Our aid in cookery to lend. We guide the vessel in its course, And multiply your puny force. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIVING AT THE AIRPORT by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE FIGURED WHEEL by ROBERT PINSKY PARADISE LOST by BERTON BRALEY A VERMONT GRINSTONE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE VERMONT THRASHERS ARE COMING by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE SPIRIT OF TRANSPORTATION by ROY GEORGE CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL A BIRTHDAY GREETING TO MY FATHER, 1860 by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL |
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