Death poems
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Cyder: Book II
© John Arthur Phillips
Sometimes thou shalt with fervent Vows implore
A moderate Wind; the Orchat loves to wave
With Winter-Winds, before the Gems exert
Their feeble Heads; the loosen'd Roots then drink
Large Increment, Earnest of happy Years.
Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,-no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
The Days When We Were Young
© Henry Clay Work
Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
The Ruined Abbey, or, The Affects of Superstition
© William Shenstone
At length fair Peace, with olive crown'd, regains
Her lawful throne, and to the sacred haunts
Sonnet XXXI. Life And Death. 3.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IF death be final, what is life, with all
Its lavish promises, its thwarted aims,
Its lost ideals, its dishonored claims,
Its uncompleted growth? A prison wall,
Australia
© John Farrell
O Radiant Land! o'er whom the Sun's first dawning
Fell brightest when God said " Let there be Light;"'
The Dolefull Lay of Clorinda
© Mary Sidney Herbert
Ay me, to whom shall I my case complaine,
That may compassion my impatient griefe!
Or where shall I unfold my inward paine,
That my enriven heart may find reliefe!
Shall I unto the heavenly powres it show?
Or unto earthly men that dwell below?
The Eve Of Waterloo
© George Gordon Byron
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
The Lovers. A Poem
© John Logan
Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.
Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte
© George Gordon Byron
'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo
Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.
The Unillumined Verge
© Robert Seymour Bridges
THEY tell you that Death s at the turn of the road,
That under the shade of a cypress you ll find him,
And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad
Of pain, you will enter the black mist behind him.
On The Death Of Mr Aikman
© James Thomson
Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind,
Just as the living forms by thee designed;
Anhelli - Chapter 8
© Juliusz Slowacki
And they came to a subterranean lake,
and proceeded along the shores of the dark water,
which stirred not, but was golden in places from the light of torches.
New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream
© George MacDonald
I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
© Walt Whitman
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomd,
And the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night,
I mourndand yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
To-Day
© Siegfried Sassoon
This is To-day, a child in white and blue
Running to meet me out of Night who stilled
The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey
© Hannah More
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,
Awhile my idle strain attend:
From Evangeline
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,
Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Father, I thank thee!
Summer Toils
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
"Of course, it is not nice for a gray-headed man,
To be shamed by the work of a young nincompoop,
When he intends to get more dollars for his pay,
And e'en is not ashamed to pry out more seed grain.
O what became of the bewhiskered Prussian days,
When hired help was so cheep and so obedient?
