Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO CASTARA, UPON THE DEATH OF A LADY, by WILLIAM HABINGTON Poet's Biography First Line: Castara weep not, tho' her tomb appear Last Line: Show stars, when fate puts out the day's great light? | ||||||||
Castara weep not, tho' her tomb appear Sometime thy grief to answer with a tear: The marble will but wanton with thy woe. Death is the sea, and we like rivers flow To lose ourselves in the insatiate main, Whence rivers may, she ne'er, return again. Nor grieve this crystal stream so soon did fall Into the ocean; since she perfum'd all The banks she past, so that each neighbour field Did sweet flowers cherish'd by her watering yield, Which now adorn her hearse. The violet there On her pale cheek doth the sad livery wear, Which heaven's compassion gave her: and since she 'Cause clothed in purple, can no mourner be, As incense to the tomb she gives her breath, And fading on her lady waits in death: Such office the AEgyptian handmaids did Great Cleopatra, when she dying chid The asp's slow venom, trembling she should be By fate robb'd even of that black victory. The flowers instruct our sorrows. Come, then, all Ye beauties, to true beauty's funeral, And with her to increase death's pomp, decay. Since the supporting fabric of your clay Is fallen, how can ye stand? How can the night Show stars, when fate puts out the day's great light? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HIS DEATH by WILLIAM HABINGTON TO CASTARA, IN A TRANCE by WILLIAM HABINGTON TO CASTARA, OF TRUE DELIGHT by WILLIAM HABINGTON TO CASTARA: THE REWARD OF INNOCENT LOVE by WILLIAM HABINGTON TO CUPID, UPON A DIMPLE IN CASTARA'S CHEEK by WILLIAM HABINGTON TO THE MOMENT LAST PAST by WILLIAM HABINGTON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY |
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