Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UPON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND, by RICHARD CRASHAW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Hee's dead: oh what harsh musicks there Last Line: The musick of his name yett soundeth shrill. | ||||||||
Hee's dead: Oh what harsh musicks there Unto a choyce, and curious eare! Wee must that Discord surely call, Since sighs doe rise, and teares doe fall. Teares fall too low, sighes rise too high, How then can there be Harmony? But who is he? him may wee know That jarres, and spoiles sweet consort soe? O Death, 'tis thou: you false time keepe, And stretch'st thy dismall voice too deepe. Long time to Quavering age you give, But to Large youth short time to Live. You take upon you too too much, In striking where you should not touch. How out of tune the world now lies, Since youth must fall, when it should rise! Gone be all Consort, since alone He, that once bore the best part, 's gone. Whose whole life Musick was; wherein Each vertue for a part came in. And though that Musick of his life be still The Musick of his name yett soundeth shrill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE FLAMING HEART by RICHARD CRASHAW WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS by RICHARD CRASHAW A HYMN IN THE GLORIOUS EPIPHANIE OF OUR LORD, GOD by RICHARD CRASHAW AN ELEGIE ON THE DEATH OF DR. PORTER by RICHARD CRASHAW AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF MR. STANNINOW, FELLOW OF QUEENE'S by RICHARD CRASHAW AN EPITAPH UPON DOCTOR BROOKE by RICHARD CRASHAW AN EPITAPH UPON MR. ASHTON A COMFORTABLE CITIZEN by RICHARD CRASHAW |
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