Epitaph on a Bad Man Three Versions by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Lyrics
Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie,
This sad brief tale is all that Truth can give—
He lived like one who never thought to die,
He died like one who dared not hope to live!
ANOTHER VEVRSION
Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie,
Who valued nought that God or man could give;
He lived as if he never thought to die;
He died as if he dared not hope to live!
Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie,
Thankless of all that God or man could give.
He lived like one who never thought to die,
He died like one who dared not hope to live.
This sad brief tale is all that Truth can give—
He lived like one who never thought to die,
He died like one who dared not hope to live!
ANOTHER VEVRSION
Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie,
Who valued nought that God or man could give;
He lived as if he never thought to die;
He died as if he dared not hope to live!
Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie,
Thankless of all that God or man could give.
He lived like one who never thought to die,
He died like one who dared not hope to live.