Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THEY LIE AT REST, OUR BLESSED DEAD, by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Our own beyond the salt sea-wall Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina Subject(s): Death | ||||||||
They lie at rest, our blessed dead; The dews drop cool above their head, They knew not when fleet summer fled. Together all, yet each alone; Smooth turf or white allotted stone. When shall our slumber sink so deep, And eyes that wept and eyes that weep Weep not in the sufficient sleep? God be with you, our great and small, Our loves, our best beloved of all, Our own beyond the salt sea-wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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