(ONLY SON OF THE LORD CHANCELLOR HARCOURT) AT THE CHURCH OF STANTON-HARCOURT IN OXFORDSHIRE, 1720 To this sad Shrine, who'er thou art, draw near, Here lies the Friend most lov'd, the Son most dear: Who ne'er knew Joy, but Friendship might divide, Or gave his Father grief, but when he dy'd. How vain is Reason, Eloquence how weak, If Pope must tell what HARCOURT cannot speak? Oh let thy once-lov'd Friend inscribe thy Stone, And with a Father's Sorrows mix his own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR THE DEVIL'S DINNER-PARTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE MAID VAR MY BRIDE by WILLIAM BARNES LINES TO A FITFUL LOVER by MIRIAM BARRANGER THE FARMER'S SOLILOQUY by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN THE BUTTERFLY'S MADRIGAL by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |