Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS LACHRIMAE OR MIRTH, TURNED TO MOURNING, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Call me no more Last Line: Of those that sit and weep. Subject(s): Mourning; Bereavement | ||||||||
1. Call me no more, As heretofore, The musick of a Feast; Since now (alas) The mirth, that was In me, is dead or ceast. 2. Before I went To banishment Into the loathed West; I co'd rehearse A Lyrick verse, And speak it with the best. But time (Ai me) Has laid, I see My Organ fast asleep; And turn'd my voice Into the noise Of those that sit and weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNGERFIELD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOURNER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN HECUBA MOURNS by MARILYN NELSON THERE IS NO GOD BUT by AGHA SHAHID ALI IF I COULD MOURN LIKE A MOURNING DOVE by FRANK BIDART A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK |
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