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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEAU NASH, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Alas, alas!' said moschus in his woe Last Line: Long have such honours slept, and may not reawake! Subject(s): "nash, Richard (""beau"") (1674-1762); | |||
'Alas, alas!' said Moschus in his woe, When Bion died, 'he comes not back to sing His songs, nor other lip his notes can bring From the same pipe.' So Bath regrets her Beau: Her waters bubble upward without stop, Each market sees her flowers and fruits replaced; Potherbs and roses - plums of every taste - And peaches, brimming with ambrosial slop; All this repeats itself, a constant birth; But mighty Nash, strong-willed and bold and shrewd, Who awed and charmed that modish multitude, Hath found no heirs, and to the hollow earth Bequeaths his fame; for none his place may take; - Long have such honours slept, and may not reawake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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