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Dirge Of The Three Queens

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URNS and odours bring away!
   Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
   Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
   Sacred vials fill'd with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!

   Come, all sad and solemn shows,
   That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes!
   We convent naught else but woes.
Suryendu Chaudhury 03 November 2020
The note of pathos is striking.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 04 August 2019
" We convent naught else but woes" A great touching poem penned by the master craftsman.
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Edward Kofi Louis 04 January 2019
Clamours through the wild! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Darren Jkoeryo 04 January 2019
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M Asim Nehal 04 January 2019
Wonderful poem by the master poet. Come, all sad and solemn shows, That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes! We convent naught else but woes
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Khairul Ahsan 04 January 2019
'We convent naught else but woes' - An appropriate ending to the poem.
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Adrian Flett 04 January 2019
'Our dole more deadly looks than dying; ' The irony, rhyme and rhythm as only the master can write.
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Ramesh T A 04 January 2019
What a moving poem of grief by the Great Shakespeare!
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
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