HERE'S a happy new year! but with reason, I beg you'll permit me to say -- Wish me many returns of the season, But as few as you please of the day. I send you an epitaph for Castlereagh: -- POSTERITY will ne'er survey A nobler grave than this; Here lie the bones of Castlereagh: Stop, traveller, ... Another for Pitt: -- WITH death doom'd to grapple, Beneath this cold slab, he Who lied in the Chapel Now lies in the Abbey. The gods seem to have made me poetical this day: -- IN digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will. Cobbett has done well: You visit him on earth again, He'll visit you in hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROWING OF THE RED COCK by EMMA LAZARUS THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT ERE THE GOLDEN BOWL IS BROKEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE KING'S DISGUISE by JOHN CLEVELAND THE OLD PATHWAY by NELLE J. COLBERT |