Death poems
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Snow
© Madison Julius Cawein
The moon, like a round device
On a shadowy shield of war,
Hangs white in a heaven of ice
With a solitary star.
An Alpine Picture
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Stand here and look, and softly draw your breath
Lest the dread avalanche come crashing down!
The Hill Men
© William Henry Ogilvie
Mark you that group as it stands by the stell !-
Here is no ponderous pride,
Here is no swagger, no place for the swell,
But a handful of fellows who'11 ride
A fox to his death over upland and fell
Where a hundred good foxes have died.
The Wife Of Manoah To Her Husband
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Against the sunset's glowing wall
The city towers rise black and tall,
Where Zorah, on its rocky height,
Stands like an armed man in the light.
The Monitions of the Unseen
© Jean Ingelow
Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.
Resurrection
© Katharine Tynan
Now the golden daffodil
Lifts from earth his shining head
That was lately frozen still
In the gardens of the dead.
Lucretius
© Alfred Tennyson
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
Her master cold; for when the morning flush
Of passion and the first embrace had died
Between them, tho' he loved her none the less,
Song (Untitled #8)
© George Meredith
No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.
Das Ewig-Weibliche
© James Russell Lowell
How was I worthy so divine a loss,
Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?
Why waste such precious wood to make my cross,
Such far-sought roses for my crown of thorns?
The Singer In The Prison
© Walt Whitman
O sight of pity, gloom, and dole!
O pardon me, a hapless Soul!
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.
To a Mountain
© Henry Kendall
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,
Above me in the loftier light - to thee,
The Ballad of the Clampherdown
© Rudyard Kipling
It was our war-ship Clampherdown
Would sweep the Channel clean,
Wherefore she kept her hatches close
When the merry Channel chops arose,
To save the bleached marine.
The Buried Flower
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
In the silence of my chamber,
When the night is still and deep,
And the drowsy heave of ocean
Mutters in its charmed sleep,
Love's Servile Lot
© Robert Southwell
LOVE, mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve;
They reckon least how little Love
Their service doth deserve.
This Quiet Dust
© John Hall Wheelock
For, as all flesh must die, so all,
Now dust, shall live. 'Tis natural;
Yet hardly do I understand --
Here in the hollow of my hand
A bit of God Himself I keep,
Between two vigils fallen asleep.
Josephs Dreams and Reuben's Brethren [A Recital in Six Chapters]
© Henry Lawson
CHAPTER I
I cannot blame old Israel yet,
The Holy Scriptures
© George Herbert
Oh Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart
Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain,
Precious for any grief in any part;
To cleare the breast, to mollifie all pain.
By Momba Tracks
© Roderic Quinn
THE hearts of the everlasting-flowers
Shall steal the gold o' the sun
When the winter rains have done their work
And the winter days are done,
