Verse > Anthologies > William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. > The Book of Georgian Verse
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
CONTENTS · GLOSSARY · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
Epitaph upon the Year 1806
By William Robert Spencer (1770–1834)
 
’TIS gone, with its thorns and its roses,
  With the dust of the ages to mix;
Time’s charnel for ever encloses
  The year Eighteen hundred and six!
 
Though many may question thy merit,        5
  I duly thy dirge will perform,
Content, if thy heir but inherit
  Thy portion of sunshine and storm!
 
My blame and my blessing thou sharest,
  For black were thy moments in part,        10
But O! thy fair days were the fairest
  That ever have shone on my heart.
 
If thine was a gloom the completest
  That death’s darkest cypress could throw,
Thine, too, was a garland the sweetest        15
  That life in full blossom could show!
 
One hand gave the balmy corrector
  Of ills which the other had brew’d;
One draught of thy chalice of nectar
  All tastes of thy bitters subdued.        20
 
’Tis gone, with its thorns and its roses!
  With mine tears more precious will mix,
To hallow the midnight which closes,
  The year Eighteen hundred and six.
 
 
CONTENTS · GLOSSARY · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 
Loading
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2014 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors