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Glass by Anne Kingsmill Finch — Deep Poetry Lines

By Anne Kingsmill Finch

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O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all the useful Beams of Day, Yet force, as subtil Winds, without thy Shash to stay; T'extract from Embers by a strange Device, Then polish fair these Flakes of solid Ice; Which, silver'd o'er, redouble all in place, And give thee back thy well or ill-complexion'd Face. To Vessels blown exceed the gloomy Bowl, Which did the Wine's full excellence controul, These shew the Body, whilst you taste the Soul. Its colour sparkles Motion, lets thee see,

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"O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide,..."

"Glass" by Anne Kingsmill Finch is a deep english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide;...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Anne Kingsmill Finch's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of Winchilsea (1661–1720), was an English poet whose work was rediscovered in the 20th century. Her poem "The Nocturnal Reverie" and her exploration of female creativity in "The Introduction" make her an important precursor to Romantic poetry.

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