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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING, by APOLLONIDES First Line: I am old euphron, with no broad array Last Line: And take the first-fruits of my ampler store. | |||
IAM old Euphron, with no broad array Of arable, nor vineyards rich in wine; My ploughshare scrapes a bit of shallow clay, The juices of a grape or two are mine: Mite can but yield its mite. God, give me more, And take the first-fruits of my ampler store. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S BURIAL HYMN by WALT WHITMAN FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST THE DEATH OF YE LIFE OF LOVE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TREES ON THE CALAIS ROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |
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