Epitaph. on General Henry Withers, in Westminster Abbey, 1729. by Alexander Pope — Love Poetry Lines
Here, Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind, Thy country's friend, but more of human kind. Oh, born to arms! oh, worth in youth approved! Oh, soft humanity, in age beloved! For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear, And the gay courtier feels the sigh sincere. Withers, adieu! yet not with thee remove Thy martial spirit, or thy social love! Amidst corruption, luxury, and rage, Still leave some ancient virtues to our age: Nor let us say (those English glories gone) The last true Briton lies beneath this stone.
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"Epitaph. on General Henry Withers, in Westminster Abbey, 1729." by Alexander Pope is a love and deep english poem consisting of 12 lines. This English poem by Alexander Pope demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Here, Withers, rest! thou bravest, gentlest mind, Thy country's friend, but more of human kind....", this piece explores themes of love and deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Alexander Pope's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.