Death poems
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Songs Set To Music: 22. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries
To ease his tortured breast,
Since Amoret the cure denies,
And makes his pain a jest.
Emile Bronte
© Arthur Symons
This was a woman young and passionate,
Loving the Earth, and loving mot to be
Neros Incendiary Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred,
Come to the novel feast I spread, thrice-consul, Nero, lord,
The Caesar, master of the world, and eke of harmony,
Who plays the harp of many strings, a chief of minstrelsy.
The Bronze David Of Donatello
© Randall Jarrell
To so much strength, those overborne by it
Seemed girls, and death came to it like a girl,
Came to it, through the soft air, like a bird-
So that the boy is like a girl, is like a bird
Standing on something it has pecked to death.
AN ELEGY Upon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus
© Henry King
---O Famâ ingens ingentior armis
Rex Gustave, quibus Clo te laudibus æquem?
Virgil. Æneid. lib. 2.
On The Death Of His Mother
© James Thomson
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,
Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;
April
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
The lovers that disbelieve,
False rumours shall grieve
And evil-speaking shall part.
Steelhead
© Robinson Jeffers
The sky was cold December blue with great tumbling clouds,
and the little river
The Fishermen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
HURRAH! the seaward breezes
Sweep down the bay amain;
Heave up, my lads, the anchor!
Run up the sail again!
Juliet's Soliloquy
© William Shakespeare
Farewell!--God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
The Poor House
© Sara Teasdale
Hope went by and Peace went by
And would not enter in;
Youth went by and Health went by
And Love that is their kin.
Heraclitus
© William Johnson Cory
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
St. Yves Poor
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Thy dead are sheltered; housed and warmed they wait
Under the golden fern, the falling foam;
But these, Thy living, wander desolate
And have not any home.
Song Of A Mad Girl, Whose Lover Has Died At Sea
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Under the green white blue of this and that and the other,
That and the other, and that and the other, for ever and ever,
Men in the Rough
© Arthur Chapman
Men in the rough--on the trails all new-broken--
Those are the friends we remember with tears;
Few are the words that such comrades have spoken--
Deeds are their tributes that last through the years.
Seeing The Duke Of Ormond's Picture, At Sir Godfrey Kneller's
© Matthew Prior
O Kneller! could thy shades and lights express
The perfect hero in that glorious dress,
Ages to come might Ormond's picture know,
And palms for thee beneath his laurels grow;
In spite of time thy work might ever thine,
Nor Homer's colours last so long as thine.
A Roundhead's Rallying Song
© Alfred Noyes
How beautiful is the battle,
How splendid are the spears,
When our banner is the sky
And our watchword Liberty,
And our kingdom lifted high above the years.
To My Aging Friends
© George MacDonald
It is no winter night comes down
Upon our hearts, dear friends of old;
But a May evening, softly brown,
Whose wind is rather cold.
