This modest Stone what few vain Marbles can May truly say, here lies an honest Man. A Poet, blest beyond the Poet's fate, Whom Heav'n kept sacred from the Proud and Great. Foe to loud Praise, and Friend to learned Ease, Content with Science in the Vale of Peace. Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear; From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd, Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he dy'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN APPEAL TO CATS IN THE BUSINESS OF LOVE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS RIDE NOT TOO FAST WITH BEAUTY by ELSIE TWINING ABBOTT SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 42. 'GRECIAN AND ENGLISH' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |