Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPIGRAM: 45. ON MY FIRST SON, by BEN JONSON Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy Last Line: As what he loves may never like too much. Variant Title(s): On His First Sonne;on My First Sonne;epitaph: On My Son Subject(s): Death - Children; Fathers; Grief; Men; Mourning; Parents; Prayer; Sons; Death - Babies; Sorrow; Sadness; Bereavement; Parenthood | ||||||||
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. Oh, could I lose all father now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age? Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, "Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry." For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY PARENTS HAVE COME HOME LAUGHING by MARK JARMAN BIRTHDAY (AUTOBIOGRAPHY) by ROBINSON JEFFERS LOOKING IN AT NIGHT by MARY KINZIE THE VELVET HAND by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY CURRICULUM VITAE by LISEL MUELLER CIVILIZING THE CHILD by LISEL MUELLER MISSING THE DEAD by LISEL MUELLER A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON |
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