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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEDITATIONS ON THE SEPULCHRE IN THE GARDEN, by PHILIP DODDRIDGE Poet's Biography First Line: The sepulchres, how thick they stand Last Line: A paradise reserved for me. Subject(s): Graves; Tombs; Tombstones | |||
The sepulchres, how thick they stand Through all the road on either hand! And burst upon the startling sight In ev'ry garden of delight! Thither the winding alleys tend; There all the flow'ry borders end; And forms, that charmed the eyes before, Fragrance and music are no more. Deep in that damp and silent cell My fathers and my brethren dwell; Beneath its broad and gloomy shade My kindred and my friends are laid. But, while I tread the solemn way, My faith that Savior would survey, Who deigned to sojourn in the tomb, And left behind a rich perfume. My thoughts with ecstasy unknown, While from his grave they view his throne, Through mine own sepulchre can see A paradise reserved for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SUBJECTED EARTH by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE GRAVE OF MRS. HEMANS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THOSE GRAVES IN ROME by LARRY LEVIS NOT TO BE DWELLED ON by HEATHER MCHUGH ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON ETRUSCAN TOMB by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE |
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