TURINNA, famed for every grace Of learning and of ancient race, Whom all the virtues did consent With all their gifts to ornament, When thrice nine little years are flown Hath left her parents to bemoan, With bitter tears, the early dead By whom their house is widowed. For nought remains, now she is gone, That love or hope may rest upon. And she hath left her palace home To sleep within the narrow tomb. Yet may her race, or good men feign, Revive from such distress again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRAGIC STORY by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO THE LAWYER'S WAYS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES |