Death poems
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Defeat
© Hyde Robin
But that was no defeat. Defeat, my friend,Is a simple thing, and past your understanding.Defeat is no cry in the night, no sudden bandingTogether of men beleaguered, no comrade glance at the end ...
An Agnostic Hymn
© Huxley Henrietta Anne Heathorn
Oh! not the unreasoning God for me,Foreseeing, knowing allThat in the wondrous world he madeHis creatures should befall.
A Shropshire Lad LXII: "Terence, this is stupid stuff
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Terence, this is stupid stuff:You eat your victuals fast enough;There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,To see the rate you drink your beer
The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows
flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs
they throng; they glitter in marches.Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash,
wherever an elm arches,Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long
The Flâneur
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I love all sights of earth and skies,From flowers that glow to stars that shine;The comet and the penny show,All curious things, above, below,Hold each in turn my wandering eyes:I claim the Christian Pagan's line,Humani nihil, -- even so, --And is not human life divine?
When soft the western breezes blow,And strolling youths meet sauntering maids,I love to watch the stirring tradesBeneath the Vallombrosa shadesOur much-enduring elms bestow;The vender and his rhetoric's flow,That lambent stream of liquid lies;The bait he dangles from his line,The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize
Double Ballade of the Nothingness of Things
© William Ernest Henley
The big teetotum twirlsAnd epochs wax and waneAs chance subsides or swirls;But of the loss and gainThe sum is always plain
A Croon on Hennacliff
© Robert Stephen Hawker
I. Unto his hungry mate, --"Ho! gossip! for Bude Haven: There be corpses six or eight.Cawk! cawk! the crew and skipper, Are wallowing in the sea:So there's a savoury supper For my old dame and me."
The Hours in Final Chorus
© Charles Harpur
Night Hours.Where's the young BardWho sang of his loneliness yesternightIn such strains as, when heard,Drew a cloud o'er the rising moon's light?
Pascal's Wager
© Hall Kate
'If God does not exist, one will lose nothing by believing in him, whileif he does exist, one will lose everything by not believing.'-- Blaise Pascal
Into Battle
© Grenfell Julian
The naked earth is warm with Spring,And with green grass and bursting treesLeans to the sun's gaze glorying,And quivers in the sunny breeze;And life is Colour and Warmth and Light,And a striving evermore for these;And he is dead who will not fight,And who dies fighting has increase
Whaler
© Greene Richard
Great-grandfather, whaler out of Nantucket,the harder sort who threw the harpoon, drew warm blood,made huge death on the open sea.
Palliative Care
© Greene Richard
The journey goes past healing to placeslike this, where Demerol and morphineseparate the last of our consciousnessfrom a body shrinking away to pain
Thirty-Six Ways of Looking at Toronto Ontario
© Gotlieb Phyllis
##.see my house, its angled street,east, north, west, south,southeast, northwest, there areno parking placeshere
Hospitality
© Gotlieb Phyllis
Da Vinci and the man on the bed stareat each other through the dark air ofdeath watch. The dying man more than halfsuspects from the black glitterbeneath the eaved brows that it is Deathwatching;
