Well, some may hate, and some may scorn, And some may quite forget thy name; But my sad heart must ever mourn Thy ruined hopes, thy blighted fame! 'Twas thus I thought, an hour ago, Even weeping o'er that wretch's woe; One word turned back my gushing tears, And lit my altered eye with sneers. Then 'Bless the friendly dust,' I said, 'That hides thy unlamented head! Vain as thou wert, and weak as vain, The slave of Falsehood, Pride, and Pain- My heart has nought akin to thine; Thy soul is powerless over mine.' But these were thoughts that vanished too; Unwise, unholy, and untrue: Do I despise the timid deer, Because his limbs are fleet with fear? Or, would I mock the wolf's death-howl, Because his form is gaunt and foul? Or, hear with joy the leveret's cry, Because it cannot bravely die? No! Then above his memory Let Pity's heart as tender be; Say, 'Earth, lie lightly on that breast, And, kind Heaven, grant that spirit rest!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN THIS COMPOST: 1. by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 77. AL-MUTAHALI by EDWIN ARNOLD CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |