(CHRISTIAN, DEATH) CHR. ALAS, poore Death! where is thy glorie? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? DEA. Alas, poore mortall, void of storie! Go, spell, and reade how I have kill'd thy King. CHR. Poore Death! and who was hurt thereby? Thy curse, being laid on him, makes thee accurst. DEA. Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die: These arms shall crush thee. CHR. Spare not, do thy worst. I shall be one day better then before; Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS SELF-DECEPTION by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: DEDICATION TO EDWARD, LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) EPITAPH ON MY FATHER by ROBERT BURNS |