OH Death! How has thy utmost malice sped! Thou hast Love's Kingdom quite impov'rished; Cropt Beauty's flower, put out our chiefest light, And one small stone deprives us of her sight. Our joy's extinct, we're left in discontent, Stript of our honour, and our ornament: But to her fame thou ne'er canst put an end, Thy power but o'er her body did extend. For her pure soul above is glorify'd As brightest star, she's there the Heaven's pride: And here her virtuous deeds shall never die, But be admir'd by all posterity. New Glorious Angel, thou that dwell'st above, And with more powerful charms attractest Love; May'st thou be vanquish'd by my piety, As here thy Beauty triumph'd over me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND SONNET: 48 by GEORGE SANTAYANA A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR IN THE OLD SOUTH CHURCH; 1677 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON THE PASSING OF THE LAST FIRE HORSE FROM MANHATTAN ISLAND by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |