Posted in C-D, Poems of Other Poets, tagged bard on the hill, beneath this sod a poet lies, child of God, epitaph, poems, poetry, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, stop Christian passerby on September 16, 2014| Leave a Comment »
……………………..Epitaph
Stop, Christian passer-by! – Stop, child of God,
And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seemed he. –
O, lift one thought in prayer for S.T.C.;
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death!
Mercy for praise – to be forgiven for fame
He asked, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same!
Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, tagged A Sportsman's Prayer, anonymous, bard on the hill, epitaph, poems, poetry on July 10, 2013| Leave a Comment »
A Sportsman’s Prayer
Let me live, O Mighty Master,
Such a life as men should know,
Tasting triumph and disaster,
Joy – and not too much of woe;
Let me run the gamut over,
Let me fight and love and laugh
And when I’m beneath the clover
Let this be my epitaph.
Here lies one who took his chances
In life’s busy world of men;
Battled fate and circumstances,
Fought and fell and fought again.
Won sometimes, but did no crowing,
Lost sometimes, but didn’t wail,
Took his beating, but kept going
Never let his courage fail.
He was fallible and human
Therefore loved and understood
Both his fellow man and woman
Whether good or not so good.
Kept his spirit undiminished,
Never failed to help a friend,
Played the game till it was finished,
Lived a Sportsman to the end.
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, S, tagged bard on the hill, epitaph, home is the sailor home from the sea, hunter home from the hill, poems, poetry, Requiem, Robert Louis Stevenson on March 10, 2013| 2 Comments »
Requiem
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I love and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Posted in Poems of Other Poets, T-V, Uncategorized, tagged < META name = "keywords" content = "Mark Twain, cemetery, death of daughter, epitaph, green sod above lie light, headstone, poem, poetry, tombstone, warm summer sun shine kindly here" > on September 24, 2011| 3 Comments »
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The following is the epitaph placed on his daughter’s tomb by Mark Twain:
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, Good night.
The Bard on the Hill