The Bishop orders his tomb at Saint Praxed's Church ; Bishop Blougram's apology
dc.contributor | Gallacher, Gordon Computing Centre Kings College London |
dc.contributor.author | Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 |
dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:38:38Z |
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dc.date.created | 1845 |
dc.date.issued | 1988-10-17 |
dc.identifier | ota:1295 |
dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1295 |
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dc.subject.lcsh | Poems -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
dc.subject.other | Poems |
dc.title | The Bishop orders his tomb at Saint Praxed's Church ; Bishop Blougram's apology |
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otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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232 MEN AND WOMEN THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH. ROME 15--- VANITY, saith the preacher, vanity ! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews---sons mine . . . ah God, I know not! Well-- She, men would have to be your mother once, Old Gandolf envied me, so fair she was! What's done is done, and she is dead beside, Dead long ago, and I am Bishop since, And as she died so must we die ourselves, And thence ye may perceive the world's a dream. Life, how and what is it? As here I lie In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask " Do I live, am I dead? " Peace, peace seems all. Saint Praxed's ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought With tooth and nail to save my niche, ye know: ---Old Gandolf cozened me, despite my care; THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB 233 Shrewd was that snatch from out the corner South He graced his carrion . . .