Death poems
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For Our Lady Of The Rocks By Leonardo Da Vinci
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Mother, is this the darkness of the end,
The Shadow of Death? and is that outer sea
Elegy On Newstead Abbey
© George Gordon Byron
No mail-clad serfs, obedient to their lord,
In grim array the crimson cross demand;
Or gay assemble round the festive board
Their chief's retainers, an immortal band:
"Not Known"
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
On receiving through the Post-Office a Returned Letter from an old
residence, marked on the envelope, "Not Known."
The Splendour And The Curse Of Song
© George Essex Evans
Methought the unknown God we seek in vain
Grew weary of the evil He had wrought
Eclogue
© John Donne
ALLOPHANES FINDING IDIOS IN THE COUNTRY IN
CHRISTMAS TIME, REPREHENDS HIS ABSENCE
FROM COURT, AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL
OF SOMERSET ; IDIOS GIVES AN ACCOUNT OF
HIS PURPOSE THEREIN, AND OF HIS ACTIONS
THERE.
The Red Indian
© Frances Anne Kemble
Rest, warrior, rest! thine hour is past,
Thy longest war-whoop, and thy last,
A Last Word
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,
To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust
Find end of labour, where's rest for the old,
Freedom to all from love and fear and lust.
Twine our torn hands! O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.
Hymn For A Sick Girl
© George MacDonald
Father, in the dark I lay,
Thirsting for the light,
Helpless, but for hope alway
In thy father-might.
Son Davie! Son Davie!
© Andrew Lang
"What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
Son Davie! Son Davie!
What bluid's that on thy coat lap?
And the truth come tell to me, O."
The Cloud Chorus
© Aristophanes
SOCRATES SPEAKS
Hither, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil yourselves
Quatrains Of Life
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?
The Torrent
© Mathilde Blind
OH torrent, roaring in thy giant fall,
And thund'ring grandly o'er th' opposing blocks,
The Spaewife
© Robert Louis Stevenson
OH, I wad like to kento the beggar-wife says I
Why chops are guid to brander and nane sae guid to fry.
Art
© Alfred Noyes
Yes! Beauty still rebels!
Our dreams like clouds disperse:
She dwells
In agate, marble, verse.
Quatrains
© James Benjamin Kenyon
YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
On wind-swift barbs, oer many an azure plain,
Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer,
Ere Ishmaels spirit drives them forth again.
The Great Mercy
© Katharine Tynan
Betwixt the saddle and the ground
Was mercy sought and mercy found.
Yea, in the twinkling of an eye,
He cried; and Thou hast heard his cry.
Death Of Captain Cooke,
© William Lisle Bowles
OF "THE BELLEROPHON," KILLED IN THE SAME BATTLE.
When anxious Spain, along her rocky shore,
