Death poems
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The Castle In Austria
© Clemens Maria Brentano
There lies a castle in Austria,
Right goodly to behold,
Walled tip with marble stones so fair,
With silver and with red gold.
Suggested By The Death Of Charles Skinner Matthews
© John Kenyon
Joyously launched on life's untravelled streams,
Youth fears nor open sea nor treacherous bay;
Another On The Same (Being The University Carrier)
© John Milton
Here lieth one who did most truly prove,
That he could never die while he could move,
So hung his destiny never to rot
While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot,
A Book of Dreams: Part I
© George MacDonald
I lay and dreamed. The master came
In his old woven dress;
I stood in joy, and yet in shame,
Oppressed with earthliness.
Sister Rosa: A Ballad
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
III.
But that hour is past;
And that hour was the last
Of peace to the dark Monks brain.
Bitter tears, from his eyes, gushed silent and fast;
And he strove to suppress them in vain.
Looking Death In The face
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
He'll die with. A brave lad, and very like
His sister.
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A Paraphrase, Circa 1715
© Eugene Field
Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,
With such an eye and such an air,
What wonder that the world complains
When she each am'rous suit disdains?
Prometheus
© James Russell Lowell
One after one the stars have risen and set,
Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:
The Four Seasons : Spring
© James Thomson
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
The Second Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Epigrams are much like to Oxymell,
Hony and Vineger compounded well:
Hony, and sweet in their inuention,
Vineger in their reprehension.
As sowre, sweet Oxymell, doth purge though fleagme:
These are to purge Vice, take them as they meane.
Queen Mab: Part VI.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
All touch, all eye, all ear,
The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech.
Mr. Hosea Biglow's Speech In March Meeting
© James Russell Lowell
(N.B. Reporters gin'lly git a hint
To make dull orjunces seem 'live in print,
An', ez I hev t' report myself, I vum,
I'll put th' applauses where they'd _ough' to_ come!)
Churchill's Grave: A Fact Literally Rendered
© George Gordon Byron
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed
The comet of a season, and I saw
Where?
© Heinrich Heine
Where shall I, of wandering weary,
Find my resting-place at last?
Under drooping southern palm-trees?
Under limes the Rhine sweeps past?
The Dream Of Roderick
© Madison Julius Cawein
Below, the tawny Tagus swept
Past royal gardens, breathing balm;
Upon his couch the monarch slept;
The world was still; the night was calm.
Where Can The Heart Be Hidden In The Ground
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where can the heart be hidden in the ground
And be at peace, and be at peace forever,
"Not unto endless dark..."
© William Wilfred Campbell
Not unto endless dark do we go down,
Though all the wisdom of wide earth said yea,
