Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EPITAPH ON MR. ROWE IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, by ALEXANDER POPE



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

EPITAPH ON MR. ROWE IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Thy reliques, rowe! To this sad shrine we trust
Last Line: That holds their ashes and expects her own.
Subject(s): Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718); Westminster Abbey


Thy Reliques, Rowe! to this sad Shrine we trust,
And near thy Shakespear place thy honour'd Bust,
Oh next him skill'd to draw the tender Tear,
For never Heart felt Passion more sincere:
To nobler Sentiment to fire the Brave,
For never Briton more disdain'd a Slave!
Peace to thy gentle Shade, and endless Rest,
Blest in thy Genius, in thy Love too blest;
And blest, that timely from Our Scene remov'd
Thy Soul enjoys that Liberty it lov'd.

To these, so mourn'd in Death, so lov'd in Life!
The childless Parent and the widow'd Wife
With tears inscribes this monumental Stone,
That holds their Ashes and expects her own.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net