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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SCORN, by FRANCES BAKER First Line: He made his brag Last Line: Their loud contemptuous guffaw. | |||
He made his brag: "I'll not work my guts out In these damned mines -- I'll marry a rich Indian!" And he did. She was fat and lazy; He grew fat and lazy; They had ten children that swarmed about their door -- unclothed. And the miner-boys laughed Their loud contemptuous guffaw, And swaggered -- They put their hungry lips to bright red ones; And pulled a blonde head close -- and laughed Their loud contemptuous guffaw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MOTHER'S WORLD by MARGARET H. ALDEN HESPERIDES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 13 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |
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