Death poems
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The Dream Of Dread
© Madison Julius Cawein
I have lain for an hour or twain
Awake, and the tempest is beating
On the roof, and the sleet on the pane,
And the winds are three enemies meeting;
And I listen and hear it again,
My name, in the silence, repeating.
En la muerte de un poeta (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
El pensador llegó a la barca negra:
y le vieron hundirse
en las brumas del lago del Misterio,
los ojos de los Cisnes.
To The Republicans Of North America
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Brothers! between you and me
Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar:
Yet in spirit oft I see
Recalling War
© Robert Graves
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean,
The track aches only when the rain reminds.
The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood
The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm.
Flowers
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, why for us the blighted bloom!
The blossom that lies withering!
The Master of Life's changeless loom
Hath wrought for us no changeless thing.
The Haystack in the Woods
© William Morris
Had she come all the way for this,
To part at last without a kiss?
Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain
That her own eyes might see him slain
Beside the haystack in the floods?
The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain
© William Wordsworth
THE martial courage of a day is vain,
An empty noise of death the battle's roar,
If vital hope be wanting to restore,
Or fortitude be wanting to sustain,
The Discharge
© George Herbert
Busie enquiring heart, what wouldst thou know?
Why dost thou prie,
And turn, and leer, and with a licorous eye
Look high and low;
And in thy lookings stretch and grow?
Insect.
© Robert Crawford
We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on
As aimless as a mote in the warm air,
Whose senses take the sweetness of the time,
And in a moment let existence go,
Its tiny death-squeak an indefinite thing
Recorded in the general ear of God.
Consolations in Bereavement
© John Henry Newman
Death came and went:that so thy image might
Our yearning hearts possess,
Associate with all pleasant thoughts and bright,
With youth and loveliness;
Sorrow can claim,
Mary, nor lot nor part in thy soft soothing name.
Michael Oaktree
© Alfred Noyes
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passed
Out of the wood and saw the sickle moon
Floating in daylight o'er the pale green sea.
The Borough. Letter XI: Inns
© George Crabbe
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,
'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;
And to him who has rather too much of that one,
'Tis the house of a friend where he's welcome to
Irelands Vengeance
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.
Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,
Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.
Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone home
Of An Orchard
© Katharine Tynan
Good is an Orchard, the Saint saith,
To meditate on life and death,
With a cool well, a hive of bees,
A hermit's grot below the trees.
Hart-Leap Well
© William Wordsworth
THE Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor
With the slow motion of a summer's cloud,
And now, as he approached a vassal's door,
"Bring forth another horse!" he cried aloud.
Gertrude, Or Fidelity Till Death
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
HER hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes rais'd,
The breeze threw back her hair;
Up to the fearful wheel she gaz'd
All that she lov'd was there.
Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale I
© Helen Maria Williams
Description of Peru, and of its Productions-Virtues of the People;
and of their Monarch, ATALIBA -His love for ALZIRA -Their Nup-
tials celebrated-Character of ZORAI , her Father-Descent of the
Genius of Peru-Prediction of the Fall of that Empire.
Mary Garvin
© John Greenleaf Whittier
But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow
and the sin,
The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our
own akin;
Memory
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
My mind lets go a thousand things
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
