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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITAPH, by PAUL SCARRON First Line: He who at last doth slumber nigh Last Line: That rest doth wretched scarron take. | |||
HE who at last doth slumber nigh, Pity deserved than envy more; His fate a thousand times to die Ere yet his joyless life was o'er. Stranger! with noiseless step and light, Retreat, nor him beneath awake: Know this is the first peaceful night That rest doth wretched Scarron take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SHADE OF PO CHU-I by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCY'S DAY, BEING THE SHORTEST DAY by JOHN DONNE TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |
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