To Robin Red-Breast
Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me; And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter, Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister! For epitaph, in foliage, next write this: Here, Here the tomb of Robin Herrick is!
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"Laid out for dead, let thy last kindness be..."
This evocative piece by Robert Herrick, titled "To Robin Red-Breast", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...