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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF SYLVIA, by PHILIP AYRES Poet's Biography First Line: Oh death! Without regard to wrong or right Last Line: And give me eyes with which I thee may see. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | |||
OH Death! without regard to wrong or right, All things at will thy boundless rage devours; This tender plant thou hast cut down in spight, And scatter'd on the ground its fruit, and flowers. Our love's extinct that with such ardour burn'd, And all my hope of future pleasure dies; Nature's chief master-piece to earth's return'd, Deaf to my passion, and my grievous cries. Sylvia, the tears which on thy sepulchre, Hereafter shall be shed, or those now are, Tho' fruitless, yet I offer them to thee, Until the coming of th' Eternal Night Shall close these eyes, once happy with thy sight, And give me eyes with which I thee may see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES |
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