Poem by Royall Tyler

Original Epitaph on a Drunkard

PRAY who lies here? why don't you know,
'Tis stammering, staggering, boozy Joe;
What, dead at last? I thought that death
Could never stop his long long breath.
True, death ne'er threw his dart at him,
But kill'd, like David, with a sling:
Whither he's gone we do not know,
With spirits above or spirits below:—
But, if he former taste inherits,
He's quaffing in a world of spirits.

1. Ode to Night Yalden's Ode
2. A Christmas Hymn Sung in the Episcopal Church at Claremont on the Anniversary of That Festival Decem
3. Convivial Song for General Morris
4. The Death Song of Alknomook
5. A Prologue to be Spoken by Mr. Frankley

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