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	[[Elegy For Himself]] is a poem proposed for [[Poets in Prison#Elegy For Himself\|Poets in Prison]], for which Delia's papers contain chord sequences.		''[[Elegy For Himself]]'' is a poem proposed for ''[[Poets in Prison#Elegy For Himself\|Poets in Prison]]'', for which Delia's papers contain chord sequences.
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	[[Elegy For Himself]] is a poem ~~by Chidiock Tichborne,~~ proposed for [[Poets in Prison]].		[[Elegy For Himself]] is a poem proposed for [[Poets in Prison#Chidiock Tichborne]].
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Martinwguy at 23:45, 1 January 2013

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[[Elegy For Himself]] is a poem by Chidiock Tichborne, proposed for [[Poets in Prison]].
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CHIDIOCK TICHBOURNE
(1558?-86)

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Elegy For Himself
Written in the Tower before His Execution, 1586

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares;
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain;
My crop of corn is but a field of tares;
And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun;
And now I live, and now my life is done.

My tale was heard, and yet it was not told;
My fruit is fall'n, and yet my leaves are green;
My youth is spent, and yet I am not old;
I saw the world, and yet I was not seen;
My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun;
And now I live, and now my life is done.

I sought my death, and found it in my womb;
I looked for life, and saw it was a shade;
I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb;
And now I die, and now I was but made;
My glass is full, and now my glass is run;
And now I live, and now my life is done.

[Verses of Praise and Joy, 1586]
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