Death poems
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Rose Aylmers Hair, Given by Her Sister
© Walter Savage Landor
BEAUTIFUL spoils! borne off from vanquishd death!
Upon my hearts high altar shall ye lie,
Movd but by only one adorers breath,
Retaining youth, rewarding constancy.
Over The Water
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Think of it, think of it over the water
Thousands of men to-day march on to death,
Think how the sun shines on fields red with slaughter-
How the air chokes, with the cannon's hot breath.
The River's Tale
© Rudyard Kipling
Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew-
(Twenty bridges or twenty-two)-
Wanted to know what the River knew,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:-
Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie
© Edmund Spenser
I SING of deadly dolorous debate,
Stir'd vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight,
Sunset Wings
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
TO-NIGHT this sunset spreads two golden wings
Cleaving the western sky;
The Mad Lover
© Washington Allston
Stay, gentle Stranger, softly tread!
Oh, trouble not this hallow'd heap.
Vile Envy says my Julia's dead;
But Envy thus Will never sleep.
You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song
© William Ernest Henley
You played and sang a snatch of song,
A song that all-too well we knew;
Home-Sick
© Ada Cambridge
O time, great Healer! canst thou still
The crying hearts that feel the knife?
Hymn - Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery
© Henry Timrod
Whose was the hand that painted thee, O Death!
In the false aspect of a ruthless foe,
Despair and sorrow waiting on thy breath -
O gentle Power! who could have wronged thee so?
Aeneid
© Virgil
THE ARGUMENT.- Turnus takes advantage of AEneas's absence,
fires some of his ships (which are transformed into sea nymphs),
and assaults his camp. The Trojans, reduc'd to the last extremities,
send Nisus and Euryalus to recall AEneas; which furnishes the
poet with that admirable episode of their friendship, generosity, and
the conclusion of their adventures.
Frida And Her Poet
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
He bids a last farewell
To this world's life, again prepared to dwell
On heights celestial, in whose golden airs
The heart, at least, shall shed earth's wintry cares,
And blooming, breathe the vernal heats of Heaven.
Ower The Hedge
© George MacDonald
"Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,
Ken ye what is care?
Had ye ever a thought, lassie,
Made yer hertie sair?"
'Look At The Clock!' : Patty Morgan The Milkmaid's Story
© Richard Harris Barham
And 'still on each evening when pleasure fills up,'
At the old Goat-in-Boots, with Metheglin, each cup,
Mr Pryce, if he's there,
Will get into 'the Chair,'
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 10:
© Conrad Aiken
'Number fourthe girl who died on the table
The girl with golden hair'
The purpling body lies on the polished marble.
We open the throat, and lay the thyroid bare . . .
Hymn XXX: Where Shall My Wondering Soul Begin?
© Charles Wesley
Where shall my wondering soul begin?
How shall I all to heaven aspire?
A slave redeemed from death and sin,
A brand plucked from eternal fire,
How shall I equal triumphs raise,
Or sing my great Deliverer's praise?
Recollections
© Giacomo Leopardi
Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think
I should again be turning, as I used,
In The Pine Barrens. Sunset.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
HARK! to the mournful wind; its burden drear
Borne over leagues of desert wild and dun,
Sinks to a weary cadence of despair,
Beyond the closing gateways of the sun.
Goblins
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The night is holy and haunted,
Asleep in a vale of June.
Stillness and earth--smell mingle
With the beams' unearthly boon.--
Yet a terror is fallen upon me
From the other side of the moon.
Barbara Allen's Cruelty
© Thomas Percy
In Scarlet towne, where I was borne,
There was a faire maid dwellin,
Made every youth crye, wel-awaye!
Her name was Barbara Allen.
