PRAY who lies here? why don't you know, 'Tis stammering, staggering, boozy Joe; What dead at last? I thought that death Could never stop his long long breath. True, death ne'er threw his dart at him, But kill'd, like David, with a sling: Whether he's gone we do not know, With spirits above or spirits below: -- But, if he former taste inherits, He's quaffing in a world of spirits. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW COMRADE JESUS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD BLACK GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 34. BENEDICAM DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN ELEGY OF HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |