Dirge
Dirge
CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod,
His seal was on thy brow.
Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
No more may fear to die.
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
posted by Doaa Samir | 10:00 AM
3 Comments:
Shelly..I always likes Shelly
.......did you read "Ode to the West Wind"? you'd like that!!
Good choice..DoDo))
I do like him also ya Epitaph.. But i'm so sorry as this poem is not Shelly's..
By Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Ezayyek ya DoDo ..Kol Sana Wenti Tayyeba :)
I like the melody of the poem, though I v 2 acknowledge is difficult a little bit, mosh keda?
Salami le-3amr keteer , we-kol el-osra
Best,
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