![]() ![]() Nor does Heav’n’s lightning strike the humble vales,īut high-aspiring mounts batters and scales.Ī breast of proof defies all shocks of Fate, More often shakes the stubborn’st, prop’restoak The blust’ringwinds invisible rough stroak How such a structure should be raised, build low. That envy should not reach it with her eye, ![]() That mock him in the night when’s course is run. Whose looking-glass and feather weighs up all Īnd cloaths which larks would play within the sun, The toy that we (too true) a mistress call, Vipers and moths, that on their feeder feed Who loves the golden mean, doth safely wantĪ cobwebb’dcot and wrongs entail’dupon’t Turn’dto that antic confus’dstate they were. Till all things are inverted, till they are Of giddy earth ne’er whirling leaves to reel, We lay upon the deep that sometimes lies.Ĭhang’d, you would think, with’s bottoms properties Of her rich neighbor, since now wisest know.Īs frail, inconstant, waving, as that blot. Your self a bubbled pastime for the wind Īnd in loose Thetis blankets torn and tossed.įrank, to undo thy self, why art at cost?įor even that too borrows from the store. Horror awake your sense, and you now find With as much no noise, the inconstant deepĪs its inhabitants nay, steadfast stand,įit for plantation here. Pretheelye down securely, Frank, and keep Yet settle here your rest, and take your state,Īnd in calm halcyon’s nest ev’nbuild your fate Thy self to waving seas: for what thy star, Advice To My Best Brotherįrank, wil’tlive unhandsomely? trust not too far Heavy, to hurt those sacred seeds of thee. No, here I’ll last, and walk, a harmless shade,Ībout this urn, wherein thy dust is laid, To warm my breast, when thou, my pulse, art gone, Into thy loving hands for I’ll keep none. Then, even then, I will bequeath my heart. Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved. He knows not love that hath not this truth proved, What? shall we two our endless leaves take here When once true lovers take their last farewell. There’s pain in parting and a kind of hell. Till we have wept, kiss’d, sigh’d, shook hands, or so. Thou hast both wind and tide with thee thy way.Īs soon dispatch’dis by the night as day. Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight,īut stay the time till we have bade good-night. To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick Sorry, brother, my breath will be air one day. You’ll be my protector, not eternal to the past. You shall take a new life form, I believe. Instead, it’s the display of gratitude when help’s bereft.ĭeath itself is a miracle, never sanctioning a fair chance.ĭear brother, your fragments go back to the Earth It’s not what you do in life that mounts respect We are just animals the earth always spins. Your soul will be the same as other beings Only the Angel of death shall listen to your last whisper. Or the wind that comforted me this evening. Just relax near that power and watch over us. Of treachery and obstacles and life’s hidden traps I didn’t talk to you, sorry, I was foolish.īut I don’t know why I can’t get any tears.īrother, maybe life has trained me that way,īut your soul has gone back to its origin Isn’t it true that death is an inevitable end,Īnd that you can’t escape the strange trajectory.īrother, brother don’t consider me selfish, You have gone up the stairs to be God’s son. Chandler Darlingz Brother Poems That Make You Cryĭo you miss your brother? If you want to share your feelings about him on social media or at any gathering, here are a few poems. Big Brotherīig brother, you promised me you’d be hereīig brother, no one else will understand meīig brother, our plans will never be the sameīig brother, no one can fill the gap you left meīig brother, they say you’re never coming backīig brother, I know their wrong, you promisedīig brother you left me, lifeless, just like you… ![]()
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