Death & Dying
On the Death of my Dear Brother.
TRead (Reader) gently, gently ore
The happy Dust beneath this floor:
For, in this narrow Vault is set
An Alablaster Cabinet,
Wherein both Arts and Arms were put,
Like Homers Iliads in a Nut;
Till Death with slow and easie pace,
Snatcht the bright Iowell from th… Case.
And now, transform'd, he doth arise
A Constellation in the Skies,
Teaching the blinded World the way,
Through Night, to startle into Day:
And shipwrackt shades, with steady hand
He steers unto th' Elizian Land.
Codex Note
Not by Lovelace: one of the elegies by his friends and his brother Dudley printed after Lucasta: Posthume Poems (1659).
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MLA
Lovelace, Richard. “On the Death of my Dear Brother.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lovelace/50/.
Chicago
Lovelace, Richard. “On the Death of my Dear Brother.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lovelace/50/.
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