Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WRITTEN AT THE HOTWELLS, NEAR BRISTOL, by CHARLES LLOYD Poet's Biography First Line: Meek friend! I have been traversing the steep Last Line: Will reunite us where friends never part! | ||||||||
Meek Friend! I have been traversing the steep Where when a frolic boy with patient eye Thou heededst all my wand'rings, (I could weep To think perchance thy shade might hover nigh, Marking thy altered child); how little then Dreamt I, that thou, a tenant of the grave, No more shouldst smile on me, when I might crave Some little solace 'mid the hum of men! Those times had joys which I no more shall know, And e'en their saddest moments now seem sweet: Such comforts mingle with remembered woe! Now with this hope I prompt my onward feet, That He, who took thee, pitying my lone heart, Will reunite us where friends never part! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TRENCHES by RICHARD ALDINGTON TO MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 115 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BROOK; AN IDYL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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