Here WITHERS rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind, Thy Country's friend, but more of Human kind. Oh born to Arms! O Worth in Youth approv'd! O soft Humanity, in Age belov'd! For thee the hardy Vet'ran drops a tear, And the gay Courtier feels the sigh sincere. WITHERS adieu! yet not with thee remove Thy Martial spirit, or thy Social love! Amidst corruption, luxury, and rage, Still leave some ancient virtues to our age: Nor let us say, (those English glories gone) The last true Briton lies beneath this stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRISTRAM AND ISEULT by MATTHEW ARNOLD GREEN LEAVES AND SERE by MATHILDE BLIND A SONG OF THE ROAD by FRED G. BOWLES THE KING'S GIFT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE 'NAME UNKNOWN' (IN IMITATION OF KLOPSTOCK) by THOMAS CAMPBELL THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION LINES TO A PUMPING ENGINE FOR A RELIGIOUS HOUSE: 2. NEW STYLE by FLORENCE CONVERSE |