Epitaph On A Child Poem by Thomas Gray

Epitaph On A Child

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Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:
A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:
Few were the days allotted to his breath;
Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.

Friday, November 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suryendu Chaudhury 25 October 2020

The note of pathos, the mood of lamentation is poised by a sense of peace that is the mark of potential of a truly perceptive poet.

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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015

I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.efd

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