Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITAPH FOR HIMSELF, by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE First Line: Of many things adulterate Last Line: He lived while waiting but to die. Alternate Author Name(s): Corbiere, Tristan Subject(s): Epitaphs; Imagination; Prisons & Prisoners; Fancy; Convicts | ||||||||
Of many things adulterate: No penny, yet the friend of fate; Power enough but naught of will, Thus free and yet a prisoner still. Full hearted, yet without full spirit, A breast for friendsno comrade near it; Imaginationno ideas, Love, without the lip that cheers. Idleness, but no repose. In him virtue wore vice's clothes. Blasé although insatiate, Dead, though not cured of living yet. Spoiler of life, inopportune; Parched body, head a tipsy moon. Hoping, the future he'd deny; Deceased while waiting life to try He lived while waiting but to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECULAR GAMES by RICHARD HOWARD WHAT DID YOU SEE? by FANNY HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WORK IN PROGRESS by CHARLES MARTIN THE SUBCULTURE OF THE WRONGLY ACCUSED by THYLIAS MOSS AFTER THE RAIN by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE |
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