Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PILGRIM OF ST. JUST'S, by AUGUST PLATEN Poet's Biography First Line: Tis night, and tempests whistle o'er the moor Last Line: And sink in ruins like old rome. Alternate Author Name(s): Maximilian, Karl August Georg; Platten Hallermund, Graf Von Subject(s): Pilgrimages & Pilgrims | ||||||||
'TIS night, and tempests whistle o'er the moor; Oh, Spanish father, ope the door! Deny me not the little boon I crave, Thine order's vesture, and a grave! Grant me a cell within thy convent-shrine Half of this world, and more, was mine; The head that to the tonsure now stoops down Was circled once by many a crown; The shoulders fretted now with shirt of hair Did once the imperial ermine wear. Now am I as the dead, e'er death is come, And sink in ruins like old Rome. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1582 by NORMAN DUBIE THE MOTHS: 1. CIRCA 1952 by NORMAN DUBIE GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PILGRIM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN UP-HILL by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH FAREWELL TO THE PILGRIMS by THEODORE M. BAKKE |
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