Mary M S
Screenwriter
- Joined
- Mar 12, 2002
- Messages
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No Funeral, Gloom, when I am gone,
Corpse-gazings, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
Yours still, you mine
Remember all the best of our past moments and forget the rest,
And so to where I wait come gently on.
Ellen Terry
One
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
‘Boatswain,’ a Dog.
Lord Byron’s tribute in the garden of Newstead Abbey
Corpse-gazings, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
Yours still, you mine
Remember all the best of our past moments and forget the rest,
And so to where I wait come gently on.
Ellen Terry
One
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
‘Boatswain,’ a Dog.
Lord Byron’s tribute in the garden of Newstead Abbey