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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWORD, by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH First Line: My sword I shook Last Line: Away, I said... | |||
My sword I shook Until It glittered like a brook, But frozen, still... I watched it glow As bright As flaming fire, although Extinguished quite. Were it not cold And dead, It would have burned, or rolled Away, I said... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY COMFORTER by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE OTHER SIDE OF A MIRROR by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND A THRESHER OF WHEAT TO THE WYNDES by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |
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