Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
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An immaculate philosophy of life comes to fore in the face of 'The Ivy Green'. Thanks.
a climbing vine or any of various other climbing or trailing plants having smooth, shiny, evergreen leaves, small, yellowish flowers, and black berries, grown as an ornamental creeping on where time has been.......so beautifully scripted deserves worth reading.....thanks for sharing
The brave old plant! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You can hear Charles Dickens the novelist in this poem- I love reading Dickens- he is such a sweet sentimentalist and doesn't mind going for the tears! Enjoyed reading this but I have to say that modern poetry is more my bag... but let's not tell Dickens.
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Charles Dickens has wonderfully depicted the ivy plants way of living creeping over oak tree or age old building! It is a wonderful poem to read for its wonderful descriptive beauty!
Great and beautiful