Death poems
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The Complaint of Nature
© John Logan
Few are thy days and full of woe,
O man of woman born!
Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
And shalt to dust return."
The Invective of Achilles--V. 225
© George Meredith
"Bibber besotted, with scowl of a cur, having heart of a deer, thou!
Never to join to thy warriors armed for the press of the conflict,
ElegyXI: The Bracelet
© John Donne
NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,
For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;
T.a.h.
© Ambrose Bierce
YES, he was that, or that, as you prefer,
Did so and so, though, faith, it was nt all;
At The Close Of The Year
© John Newton
Let hearts and tongues unite,
And loud thanksgivings raise:
'Tis duty, mingled with delight,
To sing the Saviour's praise.
The Three Kings. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Three Kings came riding from far away,
Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;
Three Wise Men out of the East were they,
And they travelled by night and they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.
The White Bird
© Lola Ridge
Ah, what a mighty destiny shall be yours,
Should you persuade her
The Unconstrainable One
Who has slid out of the arms of so many lovers,
Leaving'not'a feather in their hands!
On A Goldfinch, Starved To Death In His Cage
© William Cowper
Time was when I was free as air,
The thistle's downy seed my fare,
Life and Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I fear thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pine
To clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,
Death of a Believer
© Rudyard Kipling
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,
The Worlds Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840
© John Greenleaf Whittier
YES, let them gather! Summon forth
The pledged philanthropy of Earth.
From every land, whose hills have heard
The bugle blast of Freedom waking;
Resignation
© Alfred Austin
Since we the march of Time can not arrest,
Keep you in step with him till Time shall end:
The "Titanic"
© Katharine Lee Bates
As she sped from dawn to gloaming, a palace upon the sea,
Did the waves from her proud bows foaming whisper what port should be?
The Golden Age
© Alfred Austin
Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!
Niobe
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``Zeus, and ye Gods, that rule in heaven above,
Is there naught holy, or to your hard hearts dear?
Have ye forgotten utterly to love,
Or to be kind, in that untroubled sphere?
If aught ye cherish, still by that I pray,
Destroy the life that ye have cursed this day!
Change and Death
© Charles Harpur
We build but for change and for death,
To whom a like homage pay glory and shame;
Gotham - Book I
© Charles Churchill
Far off (no matter whether east or west,
A real country, or one made in jest,
Night
© Madison Julius Cawein
She weeping from her silent vigil turns,
As some pale mother from her cradled child,
Frail, sick, and wan, with kisses warm and songs
Wooed to a peaceful ease and tranquil rest,
When the rathe cock crows to the graying East.
Bourke's Dream
© Anonymous
I dreamt I was homeward, back over the mountain track,
With joy my mother fainted and gave a loud scream.
With the shock I awoke, just as the day had broke,
And found myself an exile, and 'twas all but a dream.
Perhaps
© Gamaliel Bradford
He who knows what life and death is
Walks superior to fate.
Every word that Fortune saith is
Just accordant to his state.
