Epitaph From Simonides Poem by Anonymous British

Epitaph From Simonides



Where is Timarchus gone?
His father's hands were round him,
And when he breathed his life away,
The joy of youth had crowned him.
Old man! thou wilt not forget
Thy lost one, when thine eye
Gazeth on the glowing cheek
Of hope and piety.

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