Virginia Lucas Poetry ScrapbookMain MenuAbout This ProjectThe PoemsResearch Essays"Not Ours The Vows," by Bernard Barton"Oh no we never mention Her" by Thomas Haynes Bayly"A man's a man for a' that," by Robert Burns"The Death of the Flowers," by William Cullen Bryant"Darkness," by Lord Byron"The Parting Requiem" by Louisa Macartney Crawford"A Name in The Sand" by Hannah F. Gould"Twilight" by Fitzgreen Halleck"The Rock Beside the Sea," by Felicia Dorothea Hemans"The Maniac," by Matthew Gregory LewisPage compiled by Anthony Tamberrino"Psalm of Life," by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"The Grave" by James Montgomery"Farewell but Whenever You Welcome the Hour" by Thomas Moore"The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore"Love Not" by Caroline Norton"To _______" by Percy Bysshe Shelley"White Roses," by Sarah Louisa P. Smith"There are Gains for All Our Losses," by Richard Henry Stoddard"Love" by Charles Swain"Rest," by Susan Archer Talley"Ask Me No More" by Alfred, Lord TennysonTranscription and essays by Christian Ritter"And I have felt a spirit which disturbs me," by William Wordsworth
Lay him gently to his rest, Fold his pale hands on his breast, From his brow_ Oh how cold and marble fair! Softly part the tangled hair, _ Look upon him now! As a weary child he lies, With the quiet dreamleſ  eyes On which the lashes darkly sweep, The soul’s adieu to earthly strife, And on his face the deep repose, We never saw in life. Peaceful he his rest, and deep: Let him sleep!
No tears for him, he needs them not, Along life’s drear and toilsome road Firmly his manly footsteps trode, Striving to bear his weary lot, _ With such a pain within his heart, The firmness of the manly will Veiling the secret smart, Oh! it is well the strife is o’er, That thus so peaceful he lies, Unheeding now the bitter words, [Page break] The cold, unpitying eyes, Fold his mantle o’er his breast; Peaceful be his sleep, and blest; Let him rest!
No sigh to breathe above his bier No tear to stain the marble brow; Only with tender pitying love, Only with faith that looks above, We gaze upon him now No thought of toil and suffering past, _ But joy to think the task is done; The heavy cross at last laid down The crown of glory won, Oh! bear him gently to his rest, Oh! gently pile the flowering sod, And leave his body to the dust, His spirit to his God. Susan Archer Talley.
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