DID you not hear the hideous groan, The shrieks, and heavy moan That spread themselves o'er all the pensive plain; And rent the breast of many a tender swain? 'Twas for Amintas, dead and gone. Sing, ye forsaken shepherds, sing @3His@1 praise In careless melancholy lays, Lend @3Him@1 a little doleful breath: Poor Amintas! cruel Death! 'Twas @3Thou@1 couldst make dead words to live, Thou that dull numbers couldst inspire With charming voice and tuneful lyre, That life to all, but to @3Thyself@1, couldst give; Why couldst @3Thou@1 not @3Thy@1 wondrous art bequeath? Poor Amintas! cruel Death! Sing, pious shepherds, while you may, Before th' approaches of the Fatal Day: For you yourselves that sing this mournful song, Alas! ere it be long, Shall, like Amintas, breathless be, Though more forgotten in the grave than @3He@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD SEVEN TIMES SIX [ - GIVING IN MARRIAGE] by JEAN INGELOW ODE [ON THE POETS] by JOHN KEATS TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN THE FUNERAL TREE OF THE SOKOKIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |