Wednesday, April 21, 2010

On My Aunt Mrs. A. K. Comments

Rating: 2.8

The Darling of a Father Good and Wise,
The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize;
The Beauty Excellent even to those were Faire,
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Anne Killigrew
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Susan Williams 25 August 2017

Was quite a tribute until the last 4 lines. I am surprised that her death was so undeserved- -everything born on this earth must also die. Though I disagree with the philosophy behind these lines- I thought they were the strongest and most worthy lines in the piece

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Seamus O Brian 25 August 2017

Calls to mind the words of the philosopher William Joel, who reminded us that only the good die young. Interesting perspective of the author that the end of life in this frame of existence is an extinguishment carried out by an angry heaven, rather than the usual contemporary view of a good soul having been called home.

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Anita Aparajita Das 25 August 2017

The Star that 'bove her Orb did always move, And yet the Noblest did not Hate, but Love; Loved these lines. Enjoyed reading it. 10.

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 August 2017

In my sight! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 25 August 2017

A beautiful poem with stunning expression. It may be quoted... When angry Heav'n extinguisht her fair Light, It seem'd to say, Nought's Precious in my sight; As I in Waves this Paragon have drown'd, The Nation next, and King I will confound. Thanks and congratulation to her soul for being selected as the poem of the day.

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