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In this poem, ‘My Days among the Dead are Past’, Robert Southey speaks from the point of view of a man who identifies with the dead rather than the living. He walks among them, talks with them, and counts himself as one of them. He learns from their lives, and he knows that his future is with them.
My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel.
By Robert Southey. My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel. How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd
13 Μαΐ 2011 · An analysis of the My Days among the Dead are Past poem by Robert Southey including schema, poetic form, metre, stanzas and plenty more comprehensive statistics.
13 Μαΐ 2011 · My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel.
My thoughts are with the Dead, with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead, anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity; Yet leaving here a ...
26 Μαΐ 2024 · Robert Southey. They sin who tell us love can die. Robert Southey (August 12 1774 – March 21 1843) was an English poet of the Romantic school, one of the so-called Lake Poets, and Poet Laureate.
