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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FINALE, by EVELYN BYRNES First Line: He walked with pleasure every idle hour Last Line: A chill wind mourns alone above his clay. | |||
He walked with Pleasure every idle hour, Eluding virtue while he followed joy. With careless freedom, conscious of his power, He formed his friendships only to destroy. Men called him heartless; women shed vain tears. He scoffed at creeds that pointed him to prayer. His selfish days slipped into numbered years Without a pause; and none were left to care. Then came a moment that remorse gave check; He turned to charity to cloak his wrong. His waking conscience, long a shadowed wreck, Applied for peace in penitential song. No bribe had strength to add an extra day -- A chill wind mourns alone above his clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 15 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE BIRTHDAY OF WASHINGTON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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