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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE SHADOWS: 12, by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) Poet's Biography First Line: Why are all fair things at their death the fairest? Last Line: On troublous life a relish of the skies! | |||
Why are all fair things at their death the fairest? Beauty the beautifullest in decay? Why doth rich sunset clothe each closing day With ever-new apparelling the rarest? Why are the sweetest melodies all born Of pain and sorrow? Mourneth not the dove, In the green forest gloom, an absent love? Leaning her breast against that cruel thorn, Doth not the nightingale, poor bird, complain And integrate her uncontrollable woe To such perfection, that to hear is pain? Thus, Sorrow and Death -- alone realities -- Sweeten their ministration, and bestow On troublous life a relish of the skies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) WINTRY WEATHER by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 10 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 11 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 13 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 14 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 15 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) IN THE SHADOWS: 16 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) |
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