THIS mortal spoil which so neglected lies, Death's sad Memento, now where spiders weave Their subtil webs, which innocence deceive, Whose strength to break their toils cannot suffice: Saw itself crown'd, itself triumphant saw, With mighty deeds proclaiming its renown; Its smiles were favours, terror was its frown, The World of its displeasure stood in awe. Where Pride ordaining laws did once preside, Which land should peace enjoy, which wars abide, There boldly now these little insects nest; Then raise not, Kings, your haughty plumes so high, For in Death's cold embraces when you lie, Your bones with those of common subjects rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND'S SONG FOR SIMOISIUS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP THE SONNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES |