Death poems
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Kelly Ingram
© Edgar Albert Guest
His name was Kelly Ingram; he was Alabama's son,
And he whistled "Yankee Doodle," as he stood beside his gun;
There was laughter in his make-up, there was manhood in his face,
And he knew the best traditions and the courage of his race;
Now there's not a heart among us but should swell with loyal pride
When he thinks of Kelly Ingram and the splendid way he died.
Fragment of a Ballad
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Many a mile over land and sea
Unsummoned my love returned to me;
I remember not the words he said
But only the trees moaning overhead.
John And Salome
© Arthur Symons
Black-haired and garbed in long black garments, John
With hand revulsed and eyes that ache with hate,
When The Rain Is On The Roof
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lord, I am poor, and know not how to speak,
But since Thou art so great,
Thou needest not that I should speak to Thee well.
All angels speak unto Thee well.
Lord Of Himself
© Sir Henry Wotton
How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill.
The Staff and Scrip
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Who rules these lands? the Pilgrim said.
Stranger, Queen Blanchelys.
Concert Party: Busseboom
© Edmund Blunden
The stage was set, the house was packed,
The famous troop began;
Our laughter thundered, act by act;
Time light as sunbeams ran.
Farewell to Italy
© Walter Savage Landor
I LEAVE thee, beauteous Italy! no more
From the high terraces, at even-tide,
To look supine into thy depths of sky,
Thy golden moon between the cliff and me,
John Keats
© Adelaide Crapsey
Eternity. Thou shalt
Pass sleeping, nor know
When sleeping ceases. Yet still
A little while thy breathing lasts,
Gradual is fainter: I
must listen close - the end."
Circus In Three Rings
© Sylvia Plath
In the circus tent of a hurricane
designed by a drunken god
my extravagant heart blows up again
in a rampage of champagne-colored rain
and the fragments whir like a weather vane
while the angels all applaud.
Response
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
The light dies out; my soul replies
With misery of deep-drawn breath,
E'en as it were at war with death.
Never Again
© Hugh McCrae
SHE looked on me with sadder eyes than Death,
And, moving through the large, autumnal trees,
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
Verses II
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Supposed to have been written in the New Forest,
in early Spring.
AS in the woods, where leathery Lichen weaves
Its wint'ry web among the sallow leaves,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
The villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,
A Fly Caught In A Cobweb
© Richard Lovelace
Small type of great ones, that do hum
Within this whole world's narrow room,
That with a busie hollow noise
Catch at the people's vainer voice,
Skeleton Flat
© Henry Lawson
HERES never a bough to be tossed in the breeze,
For its long since the forest was green;
Theory And Practice
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,
Warning the sinners from the broad highway
