Poem by Walter John De la Mare

An Epitaph

Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she;
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.

But beauty vanishes, beauty passes;
However rare - rare it be;
And when I crumble,who will remember
This lady of the West Country. 

1. The Horseman
2. Vain Finding
3. Napoleon
4. The Universe
5. The Phantom

James Beattie An Epitaph ("LIKE thee I once have stemm'd the sea of life")

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