Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITAPH (3), by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA First Line: O thou who movest onward with a mind Last Line: Must bend the sceptred potentates of earth. | ||||||||
O THOU who movest onward with a mind Intent upon thy way, pause, though in haste! 'Twill be no fruitless moment. I was born Within Savona's walls, of gentle blood. On Tiber's banks my youth was dedicate To sacred studies; and the Roman Shepherd Gave to my charge Urbino's numerous flock. Well did I watch, much laboured, nor had power To escape from many and strange indignities; Was smitten by the great ones of the world, But did not fall; for Virtue braves all shocks, Upon herself resting immoveably. Me did a kindlier fortune then invite To serve the glorious Henry, King of France, And in his hands I saw a high reward Stretched out for my acceptance, -- but Death came. Now, Reader, learn from this my fate, how false, How treacherous to her promise, is the world; And trust in God -- to whose eternal doom Must bend the sceptred Potentates of earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH (2) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA EPITAPH (4) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA EPITAPH (5) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA EPITAPH (6) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA EPITAPH (7) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA EPITAPH (8) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA EPITAPH (9) by GABRIELLO CHIABRERA ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE CHILDREN by CHARLES MONROE DICKINSON THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY |
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