Eight Epitaphs

Here lyeth our infant, Alice Rodd;
She was so small
Scarce aught at all,
But a mere breath of Sweetness sent from God.

Sore we did weepe; our heartes on sorrow set.
Till on our knees
God sent us ease:
And now we weepe no more than we forget.

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• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Ding Dong Bell, first published 1924

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Here sleep I,
Susannah Fry,
No one near me,
No one nigh:
Alone, alone
Under my stone,
Dreaming on,
Still dreaming on:
Grass for my valance
And coverlid,
Dreaming on
As I always did.
"Weak in the head"
Maybe. Who knows?
Susannah Fry
Under the rose.

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• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Ding Dong Bell, first published 1924

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Three sisters rest beneath
This cypress shade,
Sprightly Rebecca, Anne,
And Adelaide.
Gentle their hearts to all
On earth, save Man;
In Him, they said, all Grief,
All Wo began.
Spinsters they lived, and spinsters
Here are laid;
Sprightly Rebecca, Anne,
And Adelaide.

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• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Ding Dong Bell, first published 1924

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Here lies Thomas Logge -- a Rascally Dogge;
A poor useless creature -- by choice as by nature;
Who never served God -- for kindness or Rod;
Who, for pleasure or penny, -- never did any
Work in his life -- but to marry a Wife,
And live aye in strife:
And all this he says -- at the end of his days
Lest some fine canting pen
Should be at him again.

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• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Ding Dong Bell, first published 1924

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Just a span and half a span
From head to heel was this little man.
Scarcely a capful of small bones
Raised up erect this Midget once.
Yet not a knuckle was askew;
Inches for feet God made him true;
And something handsome put between
His coal-black hair and beardless chin.
But now, forsooth, with mole and mouse,
He keeps his own small darkened house.

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• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Ding Dong Bell, first published 1924

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No Voice to scold;
No face to frown;
No hand to smite
The helpless down:
Ay, Stranger, here
An Infant lies,
With worms for
Welcome Paradise.

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• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)

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Stranger, here lies
Ann Poverty;
Such was her name
And such was she.
May Jesu pity
Poverty

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• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Ding Dong Bell, first published 1924

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Be very quiet now:
A child's asleep
In this small cradle,
In this shadow deep!

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), no title, appears in Ding Dong Bell, first published 1924

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