Sorrow and Honor were at strife To wayle thy death or praise thy lief. Sorrow for thee a Toombe would frame, Honor would Epitaphe the same. But Fame doth challenge both those cares Who for thy worth her Trump prepares. Which in her Temple rings thy Knell, Where thou in death, dost living dwell. Thy Toomb shee builds in Bedfords brest, Where Sorrow doth with Honor rest. Which loves inscription on it beares, Ingrav'd with thy deare Mothers teares. And for thy sake, Ile kisse that ground Where such another flower is found. Meane while may noble hearts lament, Soe great a Treasure soe soone spent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONG OF SUMMER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WILD GEESE by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 9. CONFITEBOR TIBI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OSCAR OF ALVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 1 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |