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Nor youth, nor science, not the ties of love, Nor ought on earth thy flinty heart can move. The friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save, In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave. Fair mourner, there see thy lov'd Leonard laid, And o'er him spread the deep impervious shade. Clos'd are his eyes, and heavy fetters keep.
To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband is a poem by Phillis Wheatley. Grim monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant to destroy, Our griefs to double, and...comments, analysis, and meaning.
- Phillis Wheatley
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Wheatley, Phillis. ""To a Lady on the Death of Her Husband."." Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral. Lit2Go Edition. 1773. Web.
Nov 14, 2021 · 3819163 Memoir and poems of Phillis Wheatley, a native African and a slave — To a Lady, on the Death of her Husband Phillis Wheatley TO A LADY ON HER HUSBAND'S DEATH. Grim monarch! see, deprived of vital breath,
Jun 15, 2016 · Joan was known as the Lady of Wales. It was her son who first used the title Prince of Wales. She died in 1237, and her husband’s grief was great, despite the problems of 1230. He founded a Franciscan friary in her honour, which unfortunately was destroyed during the dissolution of the monasteries. Her stone coffin survives, luckily.
May 13, 2011 · The friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save, In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave. Fair mourner, there see thy lov'd Leonard laid, And o'er him spread the deep impervious shade. Clos'd are his eyes, and heavy fetters keep. His senses bound in never-waking sleep, Till time shall cease, till many a starry world.
