(felled by the Rev. F. Gastrell) THIS tree, here fall'n, no common birth or death Shared with its kind. The world's enfranchised son, Who found the trees of Life and Knowledge one, Here set it, frailer than his laurel-wreath. Shall not the wretch whose hand it fell beneath Rank also singly--the supreme unhung? Lo! Sheppard, Turpin, pleading with black tongue This viler thief's unsuffocated breath! We'll search thy glossary, Shakspeare! where almost, And whence alone, some name shall be reveal'd For this deaf drudge, to whom no length of ears Sufficed to catch the music of the spheres; Whose soul is carrion now,--too mean to yield Some tailor's ninth allotment of a ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON THE SONG OF THE BOW, FR. THE WHITE COMPANY by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |