Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DIRGE [FOR FIDELE], FR. CYMBELINE, by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fear no more the heat o' the sun Last Line: And renowned be thy grave! Variant Title(s): Dirge Of Imogen Subject(s): Death; Mortality; Mourning; Time; Transience; Dead, The; Bereavement; Impermanence | ||||||||
Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning flash Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forebear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have, And renowned be thy grave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE SOUTHERN GOTHIC by DONALD JUSTICE THE BEACH IN AUGUST by WELDON KEES THE MAN SPLITTING WOOD IN THE DAYBREAK by GALWAY KINNELL THE SEEKONK WOODS by GALWAY KINNELL AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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