Death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest,
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
My pains who can express?
Alas, they are so strong;
My dolour will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
Alone in prison strong
I wait my destiny.
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Should taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
Farewell, my pleasures past,
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torments so increase
That life cannot remain.
Cease now, thou passing bell;
Rung is my doleful knell;
For the sound my death doth tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
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Hi,
Couldn’t comment on the last poem on Parents, I think you have not enabled it there, or some trouble with my comp…
My Parents Poem was a lovely creation. We really do not realise how much we hurt them and how unconditionally they love and nurture us. I do hope they forgive me (and all of us) our many mistakes – some unintentional and some not so much so.
Keep writing!
Anuja
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nope total problem with me and enabling and disabling. I am still not comfortable with this kind of stuff and keep making mistakes.
Parents forgive everything….. infact they are the only people who love you unconditionally and forgive you unconditionally.
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