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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND, by WILLIAM ALABASTER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Long time hath christ, long time I must confess Last Line: Upon this ground how well grows barrenness. Variant Title(s): On The Reed Of Our Lord's Passion | |||
Long time hath Christ, long time I must confess, Held me a hollow reed within his hand, That merited in hell to make a brand, Had not his grace supplied mine emptiness. Oft time with langor and newfangleness, Had I been borne away like sifted sand, When sin and Satan got the upper hand, But that his steadfast mercy did me bless. Still let me grow upon that living land, Within that wound which iron did impress, And made a spring of blood flow from thy hand. Then will I gather sap and rise and stand, That all that see this wonder may express, Upon this ground how well grows barrenness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ICHABOD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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