Tuesday, April 20, 2010

An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto Comments

Rating: 2.9

Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place,
Pale sorrow broods on ilka face;
Therburn has run his race.
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James Thomson
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Amar Agarwala 23 February 2017

I love elegiac poems... and this one is not easy to follow, but I know it has more depth than I can fathom.

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M Asim Nehal 23 February 2017

Excellent poem, subject is depressing yet it has deep meaning.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 23 February 2017

...soft and well... nicely written poem on death and the absurdity of life. Sylva.

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Gerhardus Keen 23 February 2017

Alas, we'll all end up there. Some will go peaceful and some will go out with flare.

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Tom Allport 23 February 2017

a poem of someone who ducked and dived to stay alive but alas he died in his sleep, for god forever to keep!

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 February 2017

Farewell! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 23 February 2017

Death comes as God wills.... thanks for sharing...

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