Death poems
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Vain Death
© Archibald Thomas Strong
ALL the first night she might not weep
But watched till morning came,
The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up and down the village streets
Strange are the forms my fancy meets,
He Loves And He Rides Away
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
'Twas in that island summer where
They spin the morning gossamer,
Summer Storm
© James Russell Lowell
But up the west, like a rock-shivered surge,
Climbs a great cloud edged with sun-whitened spray;
Huge whirls of foam boil toppling o'er its verge,
And falling still it seems, and yet it climbs alway.
I must remember now
© Robert Nichols
I must remember now how once I woke
To find the harsh lamplight stream upon her bed,
Hounds!
© William Henry Ogilvie
There is music on disc and on wireless,
Band-music, dance-tunes for the tireless,
Going To The Horse Flats
© Robinson Jeffers
Sweet was the clear
Chatter of the stream now that our talk was hushed; the flitting
water-ouzel returned to her stone;
A lovely snake, two delicate scarlet lines down the dark back,
swam through the pool. The flood-battered
Trees by the stream are more noble than cathedral-columns.
Grass From The Battle-Field
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Small sheaf
Of withered grass, that hast not yet revealed
Thy story, lo! I see thee once more green
And growing on the battle-field,
On that last day that ever thou didst grow!
A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her
© Robert Southey
The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal,
And the Old Woman knew what he said,
And she grew pale at the Raven's tale,
And sicken'd and went to her bed.
Ode On The Present Times, 27th January 1795
© Amelia Opie
Lo! Winter drives his horrors round;
Wide o'er the rugged soil they fly;
Fand, A Feerie Act I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Eithne's Spinning Song
Things of the Earth and things of the Air,
Strengths that we feel though we cannot share,
Shapes that are round us and everywhere.
Lines Written By The Seaside (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
If I believed in death, how sweet a bed
For such a blessed slumber could I find,
The Dictaphone Bard
© Franklin Pierce Adams
We were crowded in the cabin comma
Not a soul would dare to sleep dash comma
It was midnight on the waters comma
And a storm was on the deep period
Christmas Hymn
© Edith Nesbit
O CHRIST, born on the holy day,
I have no gift to give my King;
No flowers grow by my weary way;
I have no birthday song to sing.
In the street I met while walking
© Sophus Niels Christen Claussen
In the street I met while walking
Death ... a sight that pleased me so,
auburn locks that told of summer
fair maids skin as white as snow.
Let me live I death requested
in my young hearts pangs of woe!
To His Excellency The Lord Carteret.
© Mary Barber
Why is he hid, who, with such matchloss Art,
Calls forth the Graces that adorn your Heart?
True Poets in their deathless Lays should live,
And share that Immortality they give.
The Origin Of Death
© Anonymous
In the Day ere Man came,
In the Morning of Life,
They came together
The Father, the Mother,
Debating.
On the Place de la Concorde
© Amelia Opie
Proud Seine, along thy winding tide
Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,
And, deckt with art and nature's pride,
Seems formed for jocund revelry.
Dreams
© Virna Sheard
KEEP thou thy dreamsthough joy should pass thee by;
Hold to the rainbow beauty of thy thought;
It is for dreams that men will oft-times die
And count the passing pain of death as nought.
Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 2
© Christopher Smart
LET PETER rejoice with the MOON FISH who keeps up the life in the waters by night.
Let Andrew rejoice with the Whale, who is array'd in beauteous blue and is a combination of bulk and activity.
