Death poems
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The Lads of the Maple Leaf
© Jessie Pope
RIPE for any adventure, sturdy, loyal and game,
Quick to the call of the Mother, the young Canadians came.
Eager to show their mettle, ready to shed their blood,
They bowed their neck to the collar and trained in the Wiltshire mud;
The House Of Dust: Part 01: 05:
© Conrad Aiken
The snow floats down upon us, we turn, we turn,
Through gorges filled with light we sound and flow . . .
One is struck down and hurt, we crowd about him,
We bear him away, gaze after his listless body;
But whether he lives or dies we do not know.
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle
© William Wordsworth
Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.
To the Stars
© Erasmus Darwin
Roll on, ye starts! exult in youthful prime,
Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time;
John Bede Polding
© Henry Kendall
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head,
A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;
But cannot say the words that should be said
To crowned and winged divinities like you.
From the Grave
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling,
A voice I fancied forever stilled.
To make One's Toilette—after Death
© Emily Dickinson
To make One's Toilette-after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still-
The Past
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.
Since Jessie Died
© Edgar Albert Guest
We understand a lot of things we never did before,
And it seems that to each other Ma and I are meaning more.
I don't know how to say it, but since little Jessie died
We have learned that to be happy we must travel side by side.
You can share your joys and pleasures, but you never come to know
The depth there is in loving, till you've got a common woe.
Love That Doth Reign And Live
© Henry Howard
Love that doth reign and live within my thought
And built his seat within my captive breast,
Adonis
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The gods did love Adonis, and for this
He died, ere time had furrowed his young cheek.
For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.
He sighed one sigh, as though he fain would speak
A Prayer
© James Russell Lowell
God! do not let my loved one die,
But rather wait until the time
That I am grown in purity
Enough to enter thy pure clime,
Then take me, I will gladly go,
So that my love remain below!
"Our Hope."
© James Brunton Stephens
A WIND-BORNE shred of that mysterious scroll
Wherein the secrets of the deep are writ:
Georgic 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
The Human Touch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Thanked God she made roses still for pretty ladies' wear,
Threepence for a dozen such, working to the night.
Dragged in to a hurried knot all her dusty hair
Eyes foolish with fatigue straining to the light.
The Chaplet
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A little girl through field and wood
Went plucking flowerets here and there,
When suddenly beside her stood
A lady wondrous fair!
Love's Reward
© William Morris
It was a knight of the southern land
Rode forth upon the way
When the birds sang sweet on either hand
About the middle of the May.
To The Memory Of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Dec: 16 -- My Birthday.
© Jane Austen
Angelic Woman! past my power to praise
In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind.
Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!-
Thou friend and ornament of Humankind!-
The First American Congress
© Joel Barlow
Columbus looked; and still around them spread,
From south to north, th' immeasurable shade;
Satan
© Richard Crashaw
Below the bottom of the great Abyss,
There where one centre reconciles all things,
