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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITAPH: 11, by MARGARET SACKVILLE Poet's Biography
First Line: Life did not stint
Last Line: This thirst of mine.
Subject(s): Death; Epitaphs; Dead, The
First Line: Life did not stint
Last Line: This thirst of mine.
Subject(s): Death; Epitaphs; Dead, The
Life did not stint
My cup to fill:—
I drank each drop,
And thirsted still.
Death's little, poor
And meagre wine
Has wholly quenched
This thirst of mine.
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