|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CICADA, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "why, ruthless shepherds, from my dewy spray" Last Line: But grudge not my poor leaf and sip of grassy dew Subject(s): Cicadas | |||
WHY, ruthless shepherds, from my dewy spray In my lone haunt, why tear me thus away? Me, the Nymphs' wayside minstrel, whose sweet note O'er sultry hill is heard and shady grove to float? Lo! when the blackbird, thrush, and greedy host Of starlings fatten at the farmer's cost, With just revenge those ravagers pursue: But grudge not my poor leaf and sip of grassy dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CICADA by GEORGE ADDISON SCARBROUGH TO THE CICALA by FREDERICK TENNYSON BATTLE AGAINST THE AGE OF CICADAS by ISAAC CATES DREAMS IN A SEASON OF DROUGHT by GLORIA DYC BUT THE SEVENTEEN-YEAR CICADA by JAMES HARRISON CICADAS by ALDOUS LEONARD HUXLEY TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
| |