HERE'S a happy new year! but with reason, I beg you'll permit me to say -- Wish me many returns of the season, But as few as you please of the day. I send you an epitaph for Castlereagh: -- POSTERITY will ne'er survey A nobler grave than this; Here lie the bones of Castlereagh: Stop, traveller, ... Another for Pitt: -- WITH death doom'd to grapple, Beneath this cold slab, he Who lied in the Chapel Now lies in the Abbey. The gods seem to have made me poetical this day: -- IN digging up your bones, Tom Paine, Will. Cobbett has done well: You visit him on earth again, He'll visit you in hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE AUTHOR'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIMSELF by WALTER RALEIGH THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. |