By Callimachus Poem by William Cowper

By Callimachus

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At morn we placed on his funeral bier
Young Melanippus; and, at eventide,
Unable to sustain a loss so dear,
By her own hand his blooming sister died.
Thus Aristippus mourn'd his noble race,
Annihilated by a double blow,
Nor son could hope nor daughter more to embrace
And all Cyrene sadden'd at his woe.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: daughter,funeral,loss,sister,son
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