Death poems
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Another Way
© Ambrose Bierce
I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
"May God be merciful." She spoke my name,
And added, "It is strange to think him dead.
In The Grass.
© Robert Crawford
'Tis as if I saw it all sat now in the grass, and heard
The soft warm wind in my ears like the lilt of a lonely bird;
Sat now in the grasses so saw, but said never a word.
The two of them in the wood, below me there by the rill;
If?
© Augusta Davies Webster
If I should die this night, (as well might be,
So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
And they should come at morn and look on me
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part I.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O, light canoe, where dost thou glide?
Below thee gleams no silver'd tide,
But concave heaven's chiefest pride.
On Tweed River
© Sir Walter Scott
Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright,
Both current and ripple are dancing in light.
On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
Written On The Anniversary Of Our Father's Death
© Hartley Coleridge
STILL for the world he lives, and lives in bliss,
For God and for himself. Ten years and three
The Last Song
© Madison Julius Cawein
She sleeps; he sings to her. The day was long,
And, tired out with too much happiness,
My Autumn Walk
© William Cullen Bryant
ON woodlands ruddy with autumn
The amber sunshine lies;
I look on the beauty round me,
And tears come into my eyes.
A Dead Woman
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
Not a kiss in life; but one kiss, at lifes end,
I have set on the face of Death in trust for thee.
Through long years keep it fresh on thy lips, 0 friend!
At the gate of Silence give it back to me.
An Address To Night
© Madison Julius Cawein
Like some sad spirit from an unknown shore
Thou comest with two children in thine arms:
After an Interval
© Walt Whitman
(November 22, 1875, MidnightSaturn and Mars in Conjunction)
AFTER an interval, reading, here in the midnight,
Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres
© Sir Philip Sidney
Oh eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move,
Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be,
Who while they make Love conquer, conquer Love,
The schools where Venus hath learn'd chastity;
How They Brought Aid To Bryan's Station
© Madison Julius Cawein
During the siege of Bryan's Station, Kentucky, August 16, 1782, Nicholas
Tomlinson and Thomas Bell, two inhabitants of the Fort, undertook to
Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot,
Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot
Since first, neath thy mortal old,
The spouses of Christworking out Gods will,
Meekly entered, their mission high to fill
Mid the little ones of His fold.
Sir Walter Scott At The Tomb Of The Stuarts In St. Peters
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Eve's tinted shadows slowly fill the fane
Where Art has taken almost Nature's room,
While still two objects clear in light remain,
An alien pilgrim at an alien tomb.--
The Sundew
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
A LITTLE marsh-plant, yellow green,
And pricked at lip with tender red.
Tread close, and either way you tread
Some faint black water jets between
Lest you should bruise the curious head.
A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss
© Harry Graham
I'd sooner gather anything,
Like primroses, or news perhaps,
Or even wool (when suffering
A momentary mental lapse);
But could forego my share of moss,
Nor ever realize the loss.
