Death poems
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The Ring And The Book - Chapter XI - Guido
© Robert Browning
YOU ARE the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichitwo good Tuscan names:
The Men Who Made Australia
© Henry Lawson
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push,
Therell be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trap
The Angel In The House. Book II. The Epilogue
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
I
Ah, dearest Wife, a fresh-lit fire
To The Picture Of A Lady
© Frances Anne Kemble
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet,
With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air,
Accolon Of Gaul: Part III
© Madison Julius Cawein
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way
Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray
The Bush Fire
© Henry Lawson
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,
Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out there in the western hell;
And better the rattle of rifles near, or the thunder on deck at sea,
Than the soundmost hellish of all to hearof a fire where it should not be.
From Faust - Second Part - Scene The Last
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ANGELS.
[Hovering in the higher regions of air, and hearing the immortal
part of Faust.]
Object of My First Desire
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Object of my first desire,-
Jesus, crucified for me;-
Courage
© George Chapman
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
Loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind
Even till his sailyards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship runs on her side so low
On The Death Of President Garfield
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FALLEN with autumn's falling leaf
Ere yet his summer's noon was past,
Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--
What words can match a woe so vast!
Trafalgar Day
© Edith Nesbit
LAURELS, bring laurels, sheaves on sheaves,
Till England's boughs are bare of leaves!
Cancion de Otoño en Primavera (Song of Autumn in the Springtime)
© Rubén Dario
Juventud, divino tesoro,
ya te vas para no volver!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
y a veces lloro sin querer
.
Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian)
© Herman Melville
One man we claim of wrought reknown
Which not the North shall care to slur;
Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth
© George Gordon Byron
If from great nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Excerpts from "LES HEURES CLAIRES" (English translations)
© Emile Verhaeren
Oh, splendour of our joy and our delight,
Woven of gold amid the silken air!
See the dear house among its gables light,
And the green garden, and the orchard there!
