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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CYCLE, by ELIZABETH MAYER First Line: Fertile the field Last Line: White the bread. | |||
Fertile the field Where blood was shed; Tall the grain In the warrior's bed; On the war-lord's table White the bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE LOVE TO SUFFER by ELIZABETH MAYER THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL PAMPINEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THERE IS NOTHING STRANGE by ARCHILOCHUS AN EPITAPH, ON A FOOLISH BOASTER by PHILIP AYRES BELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MOTHER LOVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AN EMPTY SADDLE by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MERCHANT'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |
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