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Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov

(1787 - 1855 / Russia)

Know'st Thou What Gray Methuselah


Know'st thou what gray Methuselah
Pronounced when parting with this life?
Man's born a slave,
He dies a slave,
And death will never tell him why
He walked this lovely vale of tears,
Suffered, wept, endured, and disappeared.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Rookie Danuta Glendenning (9/16/2006 6:06:00 PM)

    A poem which the the older, meditative person can fully relate to.I especially like his 2nd last line about the lovely vale of tears. Deep! (Report) Reply

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