When my date's done, and my gray age must die; Nurse up, great Lord, this my posterity: Weak though it be; long may it grow, and stand, Shor'd up by you, (Brave Earle of Westmoreland.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY THE SWALLOWS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 15 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON THE NATURE OF FREE GRACE by JOHN BYROM |