(ONLY SON OF THE LORD CHANCELLOR HARCOURT) AT THE CHURCH OF STANTON-HARCOURT IN OXFORDSHIRE, 1720 To this sad Shrine, who'er thou art, draw near, Here lies the Friend most lov'd, the Son most dear: Who ne'er knew Joy, but Friendship might divide, Or gave his Father grief, but when he dy'd. How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak, If Pope must tell what HARCOURT cannot speak? Oh let thy once-lov'd Friend inscribe thy Stone, And with a Father's Sorrows mix his own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: THE HUMAN SEASONS by JOHN KEATS THE STREET LAMP by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS by SUSANNA BLAMIRE THE BLUNDER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON BEAU NASH'S PICTURE AT BATH by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON CRY 'INFIDEL' by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE FIRST INVOCATION IN A FULL SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |