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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIMBLE, by AL-LISS First Line: Tis like a helmet, nicked Last Line: The helmet of its crest. | |||
'Tis like a helmet, nicked Where thrusting lances pricked; Some sword has dispossessed The helmet of its crest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE HERITAGE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL NORTHERN FARMER, NEW STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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