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Poem
June 25, 1834
The Rhode Island Republican
Newport, Newport County, Rhode Island
What is this article about?
Poem expressing longing for eternal rest in death, inspired by ancient tomb inscription 'Implora Pace' in Bologna that deeply affected Lord Byron, as noted in Moore's biography.
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No. 16.
POETRY.
[From the New England Magazine, for June.]
IMPLORA PACE.
In the grave-yard at Bologna, Lord Byron found the tomb of a beautiful princess who died at the age of twenty-two centuries since, with only the simple words "Implora Pace" engraved on it. They affected him deeply, and he expressed an earnest wish that in case of his own death the same inscription, and nothing more should be made upon his grave stone.-Moore's Byron
Give room, give room unto the dead:
No other place have they
Wherein to lean the aching head,
Or the cold bone to lay ;-
Ah! leave me but a pilgrim's room
In the broad temple of the tomb.
The wild deer hath his resting-place,
The blind mole hath his home,
And all the weary wings, the sea
And the wide skies that roam,
A dwelling in the sun-beams have,
Above the ground; beneath, a grave.
Give room, give room! for I have been
Life's wilderness all o'er,
Praying for that sweet eve to fall
When brain and heart no more
Might pant, as flying fawns, for rest
Within the green earth's sheltering breast.
For rest! for rest! I would not see
The sun, nor breathe the air;
Vision nor voice should come to me,
Of joy nor sorrow there;-
No, nothing-but the deep
And dreamless spell of solemn sleep.
For rest : for rest! I have grown old,
Amid the brief years' flow;
My limbs are like the wintry branch--
My locks, tho wintry snow--
Leave, leave me but a place to lay
The tired and tremulous frame away
For rest! for rest! I have been young,
And dreamed of hope, and love,
Till earth was like an Eden here,
Fairer than heaven above;
And wealth, and fame, and friends-O God
They lie below this vernal sod
Nay, nay, I will not weep for these
Who have their holy peace-
Beneath the flowers and dews, in dim
And verdant quietness--
From toil, and want, and scorn, and sin,
And madness, and the myriad din.
No! take me to your side, ye loved,
Ye lost, yet once again--
To bear no more what I have borne,
Nor be as I have been.
For rest! for rest! O give me room,
And give me rest, within the tomb!
POETRY.
[From the New England Magazine, for June.]
IMPLORA PACE.
In the grave-yard at Bologna, Lord Byron found the tomb of a beautiful princess who died at the age of twenty-two centuries since, with only the simple words "Implora Pace" engraved on it. They affected him deeply, and he expressed an earnest wish that in case of his own death the same inscription, and nothing more should be made upon his grave stone.-Moore's Byron
Give room, give room unto the dead:
No other place have they
Wherein to lean the aching head,
Or the cold bone to lay ;-
Ah! leave me but a pilgrim's room
In the broad temple of the tomb.
The wild deer hath his resting-place,
The blind mole hath his home,
And all the weary wings, the sea
And the wide skies that roam,
A dwelling in the sun-beams have,
Above the ground; beneath, a grave.
Give room, give room! for I have been
Life's wilderness all o'er,
Praying for that sweet eve to fall
When brain and heart no more
Might pant, as flying fawns, for rest
Within the green earth's sheltering breast.
For rest! for rest! I would not see
The sun, nor breathe the air;
Vision nor voice should come to me,
Of joy nor sorrow there;-
No, nothing-but the deep
And dreamless spell of solemn sleep.
For rest : for rest! I have grown old,
Amid the brief years' flow;
My limbs are like the wintry branch--
My locks, tho wintry snow--
Leave, leave me but a place to lay
The tired and tremulous frame away
For rest! for rest! I have been young,
And dreamed of hope, and love,
Till earth was like an Eden here,
Fairer than heaven above;
And wealth, and fame, and friends-O God
They lie below this vernal sod
Nay, nay, I will not weep for these
Who have their holy peace-
Beneath the flowers and dews, in dim
And verdant quietness--
From toil, and want, and scorn, and sin,
And madness, and the myriad din.
No! take me to your side, ye loved,
Ye lost, yet once again--
To bear no more what I have borne,
Nor be as I have been.
For rest! for rest! O give me room,
And give me rest, within the tomb!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Implora Pace
Death Rest
Byron Tomb
Bologna Grave
Peace Inscription
What entities or persons were involved?
[From The New England Magazine, For June.]
Poem Details
Title
Implora Pace.
Author
[From The New England Magazine, For June.]
Subject
Inspired By Tomb Inscription At Bologna Affecting Lord Byron
Key Lines
Give Room, Give Room Unto The Dead:
For Rest! For Rest! I Would Not See
No! Take Me To Your Side, Ye Loved,