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Based solely on the provided passages, I can analyze two distinct poems: "Attuned" [1] and "Twins" [2].
In "Attuned," White uses imagery of nature (dawn, clouds, sun, a red rose) and a nurturing human scene (a baby's neck) to shape a message of emotional resilience. The narrative voice is instructive and reassuring, directly telling the reader that external beauty can heal internal troubles: a song can set a troubled breast right, and a red rose can bring a smile during pain [1]. This voice guides the reader to understand that hope and comfort are always near.
In "Twins," White uses domestic imagery (a child on a knee, toy, cake, curls) and a child's innocent questions about angels and God to create a deeply personal emotional experience. The narrative voice shifts from a joyful father to a grieving one, ending with a desperate prayer: "Great God my Father, grant me this prayer: / Be to my little son what I would dare" [2]. This voice shapes the reader's understanding of the poem's central message as one of profound loss and the search for divine comfort in the face of a child's death.
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← Girls Poems by Jeannie Copes White Attuned Miss Sophie B. Wright → 4500323 Poems — Attuned Jeannie Copes White ATTUNED When dawn yields up to light, You have a troubled breast; That song may set you right,— The bird is near the nest. When clouds above are gray, Gray seems your spirit, too. A change!—Your thoughts turn gay, To see the sun shine through. It warms your cold reserve, It melts your heart of stone, To feel the baby curve His neck into your own. And when you feel the blight Of fever and of pain, That red rose blushing bright Will bring a smile again. Pure silver threads run…
← Bedtime Poems by Jeannie Copes White Twins Action → 4500406 Poems — Twins Jeannie Copes White TWINS They were twin boys, I would have you know; They could not help resembling so. Their happy laugh and bright, flashing eye, Their joyous love for all things near by. They would flash out to meet me each eve, Each claimed a cheek, each to receive His toy or cake; then taking my hand, Sits on my knee, and then to the land Of Fairy Folks went; circled my arm, I holding them fast,—fearing some harm. Then on my shoulder each little head Is lost in the maze that dream fairies said. One little…
← Why? Poems by Jeannie Copes White The Fair Sex The Gentle One → 4500353 Poems — The Fair Sex Jeannie Copes White THE FAIR SEX The little girl that climbs on your knee, The fair young wife as sweet as can be, The mother with first-born—oh, what joy! The mother who loves her bearded boy, The grandma who tells stories to all, The children who are so very small, The auntie who gives presents and sings, The sister who does all sorts of things,— Each one in place to brighten each spot: You're lucky whenever she's of your lot. So true and sweet, so gentle, and so We're glad to know—she makes the…
← Surrender Poems by Jeannie Copes White President Wilson Good-night → 4500421 Poems — President Wilson Jeannie Copes White PRESIDENT WILSON Mr. Woodrow Wilson, I bow to you, To your ugly face and eyeglass too; For behind those lens is thought intent; That lined face is on wisdom bent, Traced with rivers of silent thought, Made deep with will of iron wrought; And o'er all is your great spirit to brood, Chastened by sorrow, for all human good. Of great men like you our nation is proud: Washington, Lincoln, and Wilson's the crowd. For works with similar titles, see Psyche . ← A Scarlet Fever…
← Upward Poems by Jeannie Copes White Retrievement Eternity → 4500347 Poems — Retrievement Jeannie Copes White RETRIEVEMENT Silent trees, the winter's rigors Leave you stripped, with naught to choose; Stretching up bare arms and fingers, You have nothing more to lose. So are we in a great sorrow,— Naught is left for us to choose; Bare of all, the heart still lingers, But nothing now may hurt or bruise. God sent Spring, with vernal weather, That the sap may quickly rise, Clothing all in happy feather,— Such a glad and sweet surprise. So our hearts 'mid mournful blindness May respond to love…
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- Beyond simply listing titles, what core emotional or thematic concerns does Jeannie Copes White explore across the selection of poems presented here?
- The text provides detailed public domain information. Explain the significance of this status for Jeannie Copes White's work and how it might impact its study or dissemination today.
- If you were to categorize the overall tone and perspective of these poems, what single adjective would you use, and what specific lines or phrases from at least two poems would you use to support your choice?