All the people I see struggle over everything one day they suddenly die and all they get is some ground four-feet wide eight-feet long if you can stop your struggling I'll carve your name in stone | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 1. JOHN SINGER SARGENT by KARL W. BIGELOW FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 5. AGE by BERTON BRALEY THE BONNIE WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS THE FISHERMAN'S WIFE by ALICE CARY |