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Poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon


Dirge


Oh, calm be thy slumbers!
The cypress shall wave,
The harp pour its numbers
Of grief o'er thy grave.
I'll scatter each blossom
Upon thy cold stone:
The rose's white bosom,
Pure, fair, as thine own;
The violet glowing,
Blue, like to thine eyes;
The jessamine, throwing
Its sweets, like thy sighs.

Like thee, they'll be gather'd
All fresh in their prime;
Like thee, they'll be wither'd
Before it is time:
The flowers we strew o'er thee,
Will fade like thy bloom;
Like the hearts that adore thee,
They'll die on thy tomb!



Letitia Elizabeth Landon


Letitia Elizabeth Landon's other poems:
  1. Amelioration and the Future, Man's Noble Tasks
  2. The Tournament
  3. The Nameless Grave
  4. Fragment (It is not spring, but still the new-come year)
  5. Windleshaw Abbey, or, The Funeral


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • William Shakespeare Dirge ("Come away, come away, death")
  • Thomas Beddoes Dirge ("We do lie beneath the grass")
  • Felicia Hemans Dirge ("CALM on the bosom of thy God")
  • Adelaide Crapsey Dirge ("NEVER the nightingale")
  • Edna Millay Dirge ("Boys and girls that held her dear")

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