Another poet’s birthday today. This time we have Francis Turner Palgrave, born in 1824. A friend of Tennyson and teacher of poor children, he may not have written much to remember today. Here’s the start of his poem, “Pro Mortuis.”
What should a man desire to leave?
A flawless work; a noble life:
Some music harmonizโd from strife,
Some finishโd thing, ere the slack hands at eve
Drop, should be his to leave.
He’s rhyming of life with strife has become so popular, every beginning poet or songwriter does it at least a hundred times, calling for more English words ending in ife. (wife, knife, endrife, trife, shife, and other useful words.) Here are some of his other poems.