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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM SPRINGALL LEVETT, by GEORGE CRABBE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: What! Though no trophies peer above his dust
Last Line: More should we mourn him, did we love him less.
First Line: What! Though no trophies peer above his dust
Last Line: More should we mourn him, did we love him less.
WHAT! though no trophies peer above his dust,
Nor sculptured conquests deck his sober bust;
What! though no earthly thunders sound his name,
Death gives him conquest, and our sorrows fame;
One sigh reflection heaves, but shuns excess --
More should we mourn him, did we love him less.
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