Thrice happie Roses, so much grac't, to have Within the Bosome of my Love your grave. Die when ye will, your sepulchre is knowne, Your Grave her Bosome is, the Lawne the Stone | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY THE WHITE SHIP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 77. AL-MUTAHALI by EDWIN ARNOLD A SONNET. OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES TO W. E. HENLEY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AN ISLAND by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EUTHANASIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ARTHUR MERVYN; A TALE OF SOCIAL GRIEVANCES: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by SAMUEL CARTER |