Poetic Openings : E. J. Pratt to Matthew Prior
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Shark :
First Line : He seemed to know the harbour,
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Supreme Test :
First Line : Now it was clear to every Shade
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Toll Of The Bells :
First Line : I
Poet : E. J. Pratt :
Poem : The Witches' Brew :
First Line : Perched on a dead volcanic pile,
Poet : Matthew Prior :
Poem : A Better Answer :
First Line : Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face;
Poet : Matthew Prior :
Poem : A Letter To Lady Margaret Cavendish Holles-harley, When A Child :
First Line : My noble, lovely, little Peggy,
Poet : Matthew Prior :
Poem : A Reasonable Affliction :
First Line : On his death-bed poor Lubin lies:
Poet : Matthew Prior :
Poem : A Simile :
First Line : Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop
Poet : Matthew Prior :
Poem : A True Maid :
First Line : No, no; for my virginity,
Poet : Matthew Prior :
Poem : An Epitaph :
First Line : Interr’d beneath this marble stone,
