Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON LAURA'S GRAVE, by JOHN VIVIAN First Line: Beneath yon flow'ry turf, the fairest head Last Line: Oft turns the wistful look, and drops a tear. Subject(s): Graves; Tombs; Tombstones | ||||||||
BENEATH yon flow'ry turf, the fairest head, E'er slept on earth's cold bosom, lies asleep. O Earth! enwrap her soft; and o'er her dust Let ev'ry grace, and ev'ry virtue weep. The Morn, as o'er the misty plain she treads, Shall sprinkle in the sod her pearly tears, And o'er her grave shall Eve delight to muse, While airy dirges sooth her listening ears. Oft the blue nightly taper's studious flame Shall weeping fancy leave, and thro' the gloom Steal a sad visitant to pour her plaints, And bend her pensive head o'er LAURA'S tomb. Here shall she see, the same due rites to pay, With silent pace, in sable weeds array'd, Eye-streaming sorrow, and deep-sighing Love, With trailing torch, advance along the shade. The Muses come, and scatter wreaths around, Weav'd by the fingers of the infant Year. Remembrance comes, and, hence departing loth, Oft turns the wistful look, and drops a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY TO WALTER LIONEL DE ROTHSCHILD ON HIS BAR-MITZVAH by LOUIS BARNETT ABRAHAMS |
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