When my date's done, and my gray age must die; Nurse up, great Lord, this my posterity: Weak though it be; long may it grow, and stand, Shor'd up by you, (Brave Earle of Westmoreland.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON THOMAS GRAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON SEALED ORDERS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON UPON YE SIGHT OF MY ABORTIVE BIRTH YE 31TH: OF DECEMBER 1657 by MARY CAREY |