Tichborne's Elegy - Chidiock Tichborne poem reading | Jordan Harling Reads

Poetry reading of Tichborne's Elegy (1586) by Chidiock Tichborne.
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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 fallen, 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;
The glass is full, and now the glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
Tichborne's Elegy - written by Chidiock Tichborne
Narrated by Jordan Harling
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[@claypottinger7372]

Over 400 hundred years ago the elegy was written. It stands up well and could be the morbid poetry for many a doomed prisoner or terminal illness. "Tares" by the way are weeds (not edible) that are mentioned in the Bible.

[@sansumida]

I think it applies to all humanity for are we not all prisoners of the Earth?😊