Death poems
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Death Be Not Proud
© John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,
The Forest Sanctuary - Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Ave, sanctissima!
'Tis night-fall on the sea;
Ora pro nobis!
Our souls rise to thee!
Fragment
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Descriptive of the miseries of War; from a Poem
called "The Emigrants," printed in 1793.
TO a wild mountain, whose bare summit hides
Its broken eminence in clouds; whose steeps
The Sacred Fire
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
They lit a fire within their land that long was ashes cold,
With splendid dreams they made it glow, threw in their hearts of gold.
Hans Carvel's Ring
© Jean de La Fontaine
HANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
Hope Dieth: Hope Liveth
© William Morris
Strong are thine arms, O love, & strong
Thine heart to live, and love, and long;
The Lover's Peril
© James Thomas Fields
Have I been ever wrecked at sea,
And nigh to being drowned
More threatning storms have compassed me
Than on the deep are found!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron of St. Castine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O sun, that followest the night,
In yon blue sky, serene and pure,
And pourest thine impartial light
Alike on mountain and on moor,
Pause for a moment in thy course,
And bless the bridegroom and the bride!
Blind Old Milton
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Place me once more, my daughter, where the sun
May shine upon my old and time-worn head,
"What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far"
© Alfred Austin
The Mountains
What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far,
Find you a bourne to ease your burdened breast,
But throughout time inexorable are
Never at rest?
The Creaking Door
© Madison Julius Cawein
COME in, old Ghost of all that used to be!
You find me old,
And love grown cold,
And fortune fled to younger company:
O Who Will Speak From a Womb or a Cloud?
© George Barker
Not less light shall the gold and the green lie
On the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, than
The Four Seasons : Autumn
© James Thomson
Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
The Olive Branch
© George Meredith
A dove flew with an Olive Branch;
It crossed the sea and reached the shore,
And on a ship about to launch
Dropped down the happy sign it bore.
Triumph
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
The dawn came in through the bars of the blind,--
And the winter's dawn is gray,--
And said, "However you cheat your mind,
The hours are flying away."
