O DEATH! how thou spoil'st the best project of life! Said Gabriel, who still, as he buried one wife, For the sake of her family, married her cousin; And thus, in an honest collateral line, He still married on till his number was nine, Full sorry to die till he made up his dozen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |