Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RIDDELL, ESQ., by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: No more ye warblers of the wood - no more Last Line: Me, memory of my loss will only meet. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
No more ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole, More welcome were to me grim Winter's wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all your dyes? Ye blow upon the sod that wraps my friend! How can I to the tuneful strain attend? That strain flows round the untimely tomb where Riddell lies. Yes, pour, ye warblers! pour the notes of woe, And soothe the Virtues weeping o'er his bier: The man of worth -- and hath not left his peer! Is in his "narrow house," for ever darkly low. Thee, Spring! again with joy shall others greet; Me, memory of my loss will only meet. | 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 A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS |
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