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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPICUREAN'S EPITAPH, by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE Poet's Biography First Line: When from my lips the last faint sigh is Last Line: "and spreads his limbs in peace under the sun-warm'd mould!" Subject(s): Epicureanism; Epitaphs | |||
WHEN from my lips the last faint sigh is blown By Death, dark waver of Lethean plumes, O! press not then with monumental stone This forehead smooth, nor weigh me down with glooms From green bowers, gray with dew, Of Rosemary and Rue. Choose for my bed some bath of sculptur'd marble Wreath'd with gay nymphs; and lay me -- not alone -- Where sunbeams fall, flowers wave, and light birds warble, To those who lov'd me murmuring in soft tone, "Here lies our friend, from pain secure and cold; And spreads his limbs in peace under the sun-warm'd mould!" | 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 A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE |
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