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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON HEARING 'THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER', by CHARLES WOLFE Poet's Biography First Line: That strain again? It seems to tell Last Line: Breathes, lives, and weeps in those wild numbers. Subject(s): Songs | |||
THAT strain again? It seems to tell Of something like a joy departed; I love its mourning accents well, Like voice of one, ah! broken-hearted. That note that pensive dies away, And can each answering thrill awaken, It sadly, wildly, seems to say, Thy meek heart mourns its truth forsaken. Or there was one who never more Shall meet thee with the looks of gladness, When all of happier life was o'er, When first began thy night of sadness. Sweet mourner, cease that melting strain, Too well it suits the grave's cold slumbers; Too well -- the heart that loved in vain Breathes, lives, and weeps in those wild numbers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE |
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