Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 4, by ROBERT SOUTHEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What though no sculptured monument proclaim Last Line: Sad sounding as the cold breeze rustles by. Subject(s): Death; Fate; Graves; Grief; Longing; Love - Loss Of; Sonnet (as Literary Form); Dead, The; Destiny; Tombs; Tombstones; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
WHAT though no sculptured monument proclaim Thy fateyet, Albert, in my breast I bear Inshrined the sad remembrance: yet thy name Will fill my throbbing bosom. When despair, The child of murdered hope, fed on thy heart, Loved, honoured friend, I saw thee sink forlorn, Pierced to the soul by cold neglect's keen dart, And penury's hard ills, and pitying scorn, And the dark spectre of departed joy, Inhuman memory. Often on thy grave Love I the solitary hour to employ Thinking on other days; and heave the sigh Responsive, when I mark the high grass wave Sad sounding as the cold breeze rustles by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY |
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