Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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[When I shall sink in my latest sleep] |
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[When I shall sink in my latest sleep]
“Sepulchri
“Mitte supervacuos honores.”
“Mitte supervacuos honores.”
When I shall sink in my latest sleep,
Let not my poor remains be laid
Where yon cypresses funereal weep,
Or the yew affords unwholsome shade;
But let me rest in the well-known bowers
Where life its choicest blessings gave,
Where the scented shrubs and springing flowers
May lend a grace to my humble grave.
Let not my poor remains be laid
Where yon cypresses funereal weep,
Or the yew affords unwholsome shade;
But let me rest in the well-known bowers
Where life its choicest blessings gave,
Where the scented shrubs and springing flowers
May lend a grace to my humble grave.
Place not a stone for him beneath,
Be no memorial taken nigh,
But let the gales of the spring-time breathe
And the summer sun smile where I lie;
And let o'er the spot my mistress dear
Bend for awhile with dishevell'd hair,
And give to the conscious earth a tear,
'Twill serve me better than pomp and prayer;
Be no memorial taken nigh,
But let the gales of the spring-time breathe
And the summer sun smile where I lie;
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Bend for awhile with dishevell'd hair,
And give to the conscious earth a tear,
'Twill serve me better than pomp and prayer;
For there nor baleful blight shall rest,
Nor wicked dews be nightly shed,
To fade the turf on my mould'ring breast,
And mark the grave of the unbless'd dead!
There shall nor brooding sprite be roused,
Nor sullen ghost, untimely, roam,
But I, to a hallow'd couch unused,
Shall sleep the sounder laid at home!
Nor wicked dews be nightly shed,
To fade the turf on my mould'ring breast,
And mark the grave of the unbless'd dead!
There shall nor brooding sprite be roused,
Nor sullen ghost, untimely, roam,
But I, to a hallow'd couch unused,
Shall sleep the sounder laid at home!
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