Here sleeps at length poor Col., and without screaming -- Who died as he had lived, a-dreaming: Shot dead, while sleeping, by the gout within -- All alone and unknown, at Edinbro' in an inn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |