by William Shakespeare
Renaissance · Short · 12 linesnature
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
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Matched by documented rules, not taste: two points for every theme tag a poem shares with Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees, one point for the same era, one for a similar length.
Shares: nature, Renaissance era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Renaissance era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Renaissance era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Renaissance era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Renaissance era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, short · 12 lines
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