Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALICE RODD, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Here lyeth our infant, alice rodd Last Line: And now we weepe no more than we forget. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter Subject(s): Epitaphs | ||||||||
Here lyeth our infant, Alice Rodd; She were so small, Scarce aught at all, But a mere breath of Sweetness sent from God. Sore we did weepe; our heartes on sorrow set. Till on our knees God sent us ease; And now we weepe no more than we forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1) by THOMAS CAREW EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (2) by THOMAS CAREW ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |
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