Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPITAPH, ON HENRY LORD LAWARE. TO THE PASSERBY, by BEN JONSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If, passenger, thou canst but read Last Line: Because it durst have noblier died. | ||||||||
If, passenger, thou canst but read: Stay, drop a tear for him that's dead, Henry, the brave young Lord La-ware, Minerva's and the muses' care! What could their care do 'gainst the spite Of a disease, that loved no light Of honour, nor no air of good? But crept like darkness through his blood? Offended with the dazzling flame Of virtue, got above his name? No noble furniture of parts, No love of action, and high arts, No aim at glory, or in war, Ambition to become a star, Could stop the malice of this ill, That spread his body o'er, to kill: And only, his great soul envied, Because it durst have noblier died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON |
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