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Poem September 9, 1763

The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle

Portsmouth, Greenland, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

Epitaph self-written by poet Abraham Cowley, reflecting on his discharged human toil, contentment in poverty, aversion to wealth, and death, urging flowers to honor his glowing ashes.

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Epitaph, written by Cowley for himself.

His debt of human toil discharg'd,
Here Cowley lies! beneath this shed,
To every worldly int'rest dead;
With decent poverty content,
His hours of ease not idly spent;
To fortune's goods a foe profest,
And hating wealth by all caress't.
'Tis true he's dead; for Oh! how small
A pot of earth is now his all;
Oh! wish that earth may lightly lay,
And ev'ry care be far away;
Bring flowers; the short liv'd roses bring;
To life deceas'd, fit offering;
And sweets around the Poet strow,
Whil'st yet for life. his ashes glow.

What sub-type of article is it?

Epitaph

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

Epitaph Cowley Death Poverty Wealth Poet Roses

What entities or persons were involved?

Cowley

Poem Details

Title

Epitaph, Written By Cowley For Himself.

Author

Cowley

Subject

Self Written Epitaph On His Life And Death

Form / Style

Rhymed Couplets

Key Lines

His Debt Of Human Toil Discharg'd, Here Cowley Lies! Beneath This Shed, 'Tis True He's Dead; For Oh! How Small A Pot Of Earth Is Now His All; Bring Flowers; The Short Liv'd Roses Bring;

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