Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHORUS, FR. MEDEA, by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet are the ways of death to weary feet Last Line: Their hand is put away. Alternate Author Name(s): Lancaster, William P.; Preston, George F.; De Tabley, 3d Baron; De Tabley, Lord Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
Sweet are the ways of death to weary feet, Calm are the shades of men. The phantom fears no tyrant in his seat, The slave is master then. Love is abolished; well, that this is so; We know him best as Pain. The gods are all cast out, and let them go; Who ever found them gain? Ready to hurt and slow to succour these; So, while thou breathest, pray. But in the sepulchre all flesh has peace; Their hand is put away. | 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 NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND NUPTIAL SONG by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN |
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