Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BOOK OF THE DEAD: THE OTHER WORLD, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Here are cakes for thy body Last Line: By night the rising star Subject(s): Death;peace;utopia; "dead, The; | ||||||||
Here are cakes for thy body, Cool water for thy throat, Sweet breezes for thy nostrils, And thou art satisfied. Here by the river, Drink and bathe thy limbs; Or cast thy net, and surely It shall be filled with fish. The holy cow of Hapi Shall give thee of her milk, The ale of gods triumphant Shall be thy daily draught. White linen is thy tunic, Thy sandals shine with gold, Victorious thy weapons That Death come not again. Take wings to climb the zenith, Or rest in fields of peace; By day the Sun shall keep thee, By night the rising Star. | 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 by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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