Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARIA WENTWORTH, by THOMAS CAREW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: And here the precious dust is laid Last Line: Fraile as our flesh, crumble to dust. Variant Title(s): The Inscription On The Tomb;epitaph For Maria Wentworth;the Inscription On The Tomb Of The Lady Mary Wentworth Subject(s): Bedfordshire, England; Mourning; Wentworth, Maria (d. 1632); Bereavement | ||||||||
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely temper'd Clay was made So fine, that it the guest betray'd. Else the soule grew so fast within, It broke the outward shell of sinne, And so was hatch'd a Cherubin. In heigth, it soar'd to God above; In depth, it did to knowledge move, And spread in breadth to generall love. Before, a pious duty shind To Parents, courtesie behind, On either side an equall mind, Good to the Poore, to kindred deare, To servants kind, to friendship cleare, To nothing but her selfe, severe. So though a Virgin, yet a Bride To every Grace, she justifi'd A chaste Poligamie, and dy'd. Learne from hence (Reader) what small trust We owe this world, where vertue must Fraile as our flesh, crumble to dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW |
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