Beauty'll be no fairer than Aged dame so shrunk and wan, Whom she looks on proudly. Now, Did Death strike them sudden low, Strike them down, a little while Vanished Beauty's velvet smile, Ugly grinner she, and few Mark the difference 'tween these two. Nothing here shall arbitrate, Chivalry intimidate, Hour of doom, or change Death's laws; Kings hire no ambassadors. Death makes monarchs grinning clowns, Fits their skulls for bells, not crowns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE 1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE AN ODE TO THE RAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ MY FAMILIAR by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |