THE Cynic's narrow household stuff of crutch, A stool and dish, was lumber thought too much: For whilst a hind drinks out on's palms, o' th' strand He flings his dish, cries, "I've one in my hand." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 2. A DESIRE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |