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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM SPRINGALL LEVETT, by GEORGE CRABBE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What! Though no trophies peer above his dust Last Line: More should we mourn him, did we love him less. | |||
WHAT! though no trophies peer above his dust, Nor sculptured conquests deck his sober bust; What! though no earthly thunders sound his name, Death gives him conquest, and our sorrows fame; One sigh reflection heaves, but shuns excess -- More should we mourn him, did we love him less. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HUMBLE INVOCATION by GEORGE CRABBE A MARRIAGE RING by GEORGE CRABBE A WEARY TRAVELLER by GEORGE CRABBE AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND by GEORGE CRABBE BELVOIR CASTLE; WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF DUCHESS OF RUTLAND by GEORGE CRABBE CONCLUDING LINES OF PRIZE POEM ON HOPE by GEORGE CRABBE EPISTLE TO PRINCE WILLIAM HENRY by GEORGE CRABBE |
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