This modest Stone what few vain Marbles can May truly say, here lies an honest Man. A Poet, blest beyond the Poet's fate, Whom Heav'n kept sacred from the Proud and Great. Foe to loud Praise, and Friend to learned Ease, Content with Science in the Vale of Peace. Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd, Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he dy'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WESTERN JOURNALIST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HYMN TO THE NAIADS by MARK AKENSIDE SONNET: 20 by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO THE SKYLARK by BERNARD BARTON THE OL' COW HAWSE by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL |