Last Lines

1

From the Greek Anthology

On miserable Nearchos' bones lie lightly, earth,
That the dogs may dig him up, for what he's worth.

2

On a Boxer

In his still corner Rocky takes the count.
He would not rise again for any amount.

3

Full-nelsoned in earth's arms the Crusher sleeps
Whom no man living could pin down for keeps.

4

Teutonic Scholar

Whose views twelve heavy tomes perpetuate
Now lies as though beneath a paperweight.

5

Here lies a girl whose beauty made Time stay.
Shovel earth in. We haven't got all day.
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