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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REGNIER'S EPITAPH ON HIMSELF, by MATHURIN REGNIER Poet's Biography First Line: Without a thought I lived till now Last Line: On her have ne'er bestowed a thought. | |||
WITHOUT a thought I lived till now, Let my days slip I know not how, As Nature's easy lessons taught. And I am much astonished why Death deigns to think of me, since I On her have ne'er bestowed a thought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS OWN EPITAPH by MATHURIN REGNIER MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN EPISTLE TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE SHADOWS OF CRIME by LEVI BISHOP PAIN IN PLEASURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EVENTIDE by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV HANDS: THE DOCTOR by KATE M. CHIDESTER A LAKE SUNRISE by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE TO MY DEAR AND MOST WORTHY FRIEND, MR. IZAAK WALTON by CHARLES COTTON |
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