
A collective voice calls for cruel laughter at a lover's despair and his beloved's death, then urges watching a mother outlive the child she has long loved.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Poetry, Tragic Poetry · 95 words
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When a lover clasps his fairest, / Then be our dread sport the rarest. / Their caresses were like the chaff / In the tempest, and be our laugh / His despair-her epitaph!
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When a mother clasps her child, / Watch till dusty Death has piled / His cold ashes on the clay; / She has loved it many a day- / She remains,-it fades away.
death · bereavement · cruelty · lovers · maternal grief
Fragment: ‘when a Lover Clasps his Fairest' is listed on Textopian as a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, dated Date unknown.
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