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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GODODDIN: CONAN, by ANEIRIN Poet Analysis First Line: Conan's name, my lay, rehearse Last Line: The crimson harvest of the foe. Alternate Author Name(s): Aneurin; Neirin | |||
CONAN's name, my lay, rehearse, Build to him the lofty verse, Sacred tribute of the bard, Verse, the hero's sole reward. As the flame's devouring force; As the whirlwind in its course; As the thunder's fiery stroke, Glancing on the shiver'd oak; Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FRANCESCA DA RIMINI by GEORGE HENRY BOKER EPISTOLA AD DAKYNS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AND THE WOMEN PRAYED by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |
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