Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LINES WRITTEN IN RICHMOND CHURCHYARD, YORKSHIRE, by HERBERT KNOWLES First Line: Methinks it is good to be here Last Line: Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies. Subject(s): Churchyards | ||||||||
"It is good for us to be here; it thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias."Matt. xvii. 4. METHINKS it is good to be here; If thou wilt, let us buildbut for whom? Nor Elias nor Moses appear, But the shadows of eve that encompass the gloom, The abode of the dead and the place of the tomb. Shall we build to Ambition? O, no! Affrighted, he shrinketh away; For, see! they would pin him below, In a small narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty? ah, no!she forgets The charms which she wielded before Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride The trappings which dizen the proud? Alas! they are all laid aside; And here's neither dress nor adornment allowed, But the long winding-sheet and the fringe of the shroud. To Riches? alas! 't is in vain; Who hid, in their turn have been hid: The treasures are squandered again; And here in the grave are all metals forbid, But the tinsel that shines on the dark coffin-lid. To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh, and the jeer? Ah! here is a plentiful board! But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveler here. Shall we build to Affection and Love? Ah, no! they have withered and died, Or fled with the spirit above; Friends, brothers, and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied. Unto Sorrow?The dead cannot grieve; Not a sob, not a sigh meets mine ear, Which compassion itself could relieve! Ah! sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, nor fear, Peace, peace is the watchword, the only one here! Unto Death, to whom monarchs must bow? Ah, no! for his empire is known, And here there are trophies enow! Beneaththe cold dead, and aroundthe dark stone, Are the signs of a scepter that none may disown. The first tabernacle to Hope we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise; The second to Faith, which insures it fulfilled; And the third to the Lamb of the great sacrifice, Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) CITY CHURCHYARD by X. J. KENNEDY THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CHURCHYARD by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |
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