Grim nineteenth-century demographics mourned with grim saccharine verses.
A heartfelt but dicey poem marks the grave of Susanna Stone, dead in 1807.
Don’t assume conventional epitaphs were without meaning.
No Wooden poetry here but pure iambs flowing from the Fawcett: John Fawcett, that is.
Another drab monument that pops with interest when we take a closer look!
Some sizzlin’ iambs from 1878 on the Weide monument. And a lyre!
Come for the charming floral symbolism, stay for a child’s creepy poetic hallucination about the afterlife! It’s like the Oompa loompas make an appearance.
A fun memento mori in Maplewood Cemetery in Durham, N.C.
Catharine Reidy wrote some interesting iambs in the voice to her dead husband Maurice who nonetheless speaks not of the pompatus of love.