William Browne, of Tavistock Poems

Epitaphs

UNDERNEATH this sable herse
Lies the subject of all verse:
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STEER, hither steer your winged pines,
   All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,
   A prey to passengers--
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Epitaphs

MAY! Be thou never graced with birds that sing,
   Nor Flora's pride!
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SO shuts the marigold her leaves
   At the departure of the sun;
So from the honeysuckle sheaves
   The bee goes when the day is done;
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WELCOME, welcome! do I sing,
Far more welcome than the spring;
He that parteth from you never
Shall enjoy a spring for ever.
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A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North,
Grew in a little garden all alone;
A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth,
Nor fairer garden yet was never known:
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FOR her gait, if she be walking;
Be she sitting, I desire her
For her state's sake; and admire her
For her wit if she be talking;
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