BEAUTEOUS, nor known to pride, to friends sincere, Mild to thy neighbour, to thyself severe; Unstain'd thy honour—and thy wit was such, Knew no extremes, nor little, nor too much. Few were thy years, and painful through the whole, Yet calm thy passage, and serene thy soul. Reader, amidst these sacred crowds that sleep, View this once lovely form, nor grudge to weep.— O death, all terrible! how sure thy hour! How wide thy conquests! and how fell thy power! When youth, wit, virtue, plead for longer reign, When youth, when wit, when virtue plead in vain; Stranger, then weep afresh—for know this clay Was once the good, the wise, the beautiful, the gay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MARY MAGDALENE by GEORGE HERBERT CIGARS AND BEER by GEORGE ARNOLD POETRY: WHAT IS IT? by LEVI BISHOP THE STRICKEN HART by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1924 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |