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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHAT ART THOU, DEATH? THE VILE AND GUILTY FEAR, by VINCENZO MONTI Poet's Biography Last Line: And nature by the loves of men portrayed Subject(s): Death | |||
What art thou, Death? The vile and guilty fear And credit thee with nought save direst harm; Vengeance divine dost seem to tyrants here, Pursuing, smiting with a tireless arm. But unto him whose load of constant grief Is hard to bear, who with despairful heart Doth hail his parting day with glad relief, Stern arbiter of life, welcome thou art! In dust and dreadful hazard of the fray The strong defy thee, braced to meet the storm; The wise await thy coming unafraid. What art thou, Death? A dark cloud on the day, A blessing or a curse, in various form And nature by the loves of men portrayed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY HOW THE MIRROR LOOKS THIS MORNING by HICOK. BOB NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A COWARD THOUGHT ADMONISHETH: BEHOLD by VINCENZO MONTI |
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