Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY OWN EPITAPH, by MARY CHANDLER First Line: Here lies a true maid, deformed and old Last Line: Believing she lost not her soul with her breath. Subject(s): Epitaphs; Self | ||||||||
HERE lies a true maid, deformed and old, Who, that she never was handsome, need never be told; Though she ne'er had a lover, much friendship had met, And thought all mankind quite out of her debt. She ne'er could forgive, for she ne'er had resented; As she ne'er had denied, so she never repented. She loved the whole species, but some had distinguished; But time and much thought had all passion extinguished. Though not fond of her station, content with her lot; A favour received she had never forgot. She rejoiced in the good that her neighbours possessed, And piety, purity, truth she professed. She lived in much peace, but ne'er courted pleasure; Her book and her pen had her moments of leisure; Pleased with life, fond of health, yet fearless of death, Believing she lost not her soul with her breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CAPELLA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA AFTER LOOKING UP INTO ONE TOO MANY CAMERAS by HICOK. BOB FOR A TALL HEADSTONE by JOHN HOLLANDER SELF-EMPLOYED by DAVID IGNATOW WHY CAN'T I BE by DAVID IGNATOW A TRUE TALE TO MRS. J - S. WRITTEN AT HER REQUEST by MARY CHANDLER |
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