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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LAMENTATION OF QUEEN ELIZABETH, by THOMAS MORE Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: O ye that put your trust and confidence Last Line: My palace builded is, and lo now here I lie. Variant Title(s): A Rueful Lamentation Of The Death Of Queen Elizabeth Subject(s): Death; Elizabeth, Queen Consort Of Henry Vii; Mortality; Dead, The | |||
O Ye that put your trust and confidence In worldly joy and frail prosperity, That so live here as ye should never hence, Remember death and look here upon me. Ensample I think there may no better be. Your self wot well that in this realm was I Your queen but late, and lo now here I lie. Was I not born of old worthy lineage? Was not my mother queen, my father king? Was I not a king's fere in marriage? Had I not plenty of every pleasant thing? Merciful God, this is a strange reckoning: Riches, honour, wealth and ancestry Hath me forsaken, and lo now here I lie. If worship have kept me, I had not gone. If wit might have me saved, I needed not fear. If money might have holp, I lacked none. But O good God what vaileth all this gear? When death is come, thy mighty messenger, Obey we must, there is no remedy; Me hath he summoned, and lo now here I lie. Yet was I late promised otherwise, This year to live in wealth and delice. Lo whereto cometh thy blandishing promise, O false astrology and divinatrice, Of God's secrets making thy self so wise? How true is for this year thy prophecy! The year yet lasteth, and lo now here I lie. O brittle wealth, aye full of bitterness, Thy single pleasure doubled is with pain. Account my sorrow first and my distress, In sundry wise, and reckon there again The joy that I have had, and I dare sayn, For all my honour, endured yet have I More woe than wealth, and lo now here I lie. Where are our castles now, where are our towers? Goodly Richmond, soon art thou gone from me; At Westminster that costly work of yours, Mine own dear lord, now shall I never see. Almighty God vouchsafe to grant that ye For you and your children well may edify. My palace builded is, and lo now here I lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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