Death poems
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To the Spirit of Music
© Henry Kendall
How sweet is wandering where the west
Is full of thee, what time the morn
Looks from his halls of rosy rest
Across green miles of gleaming corn!
To S.M. a Young African Painter
© Phillis Wheatley
To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,
And thought in living characters to paint,
Woman On The Field Of Battle
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Where hath not a woman stood,
Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne
By an o'er mastering current!
The Chase.
© Robert Crawford
There is in us a hue and cry,
The hart of Life is up;
But when the chase is done, we'll lie
Where we with Death shall sup.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V The Praise of Love
Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
A simple heart and subtle wit
To praise the thing whose praise it is
That all which can be praised is it.
Life And Death
© Duncan Campbell Scott
I THOUGHT of death beside the lonely sea
That went beyond the limit of my sight,
Seeming the image of his mastery,
The semblance of his huge and gloomy might.
Elegy on a Lady, whom Grief for the Death of her Betrothed Killed
© Robert Seymour Bridges
Cloak her in ermine, for the night is cold,
And wrap her warmly, for the night is long;
In pious hands the flaming torches hold,
While her attendants, chosen from among
The Heroins Or Cupid Punishd Transl: From Ausonius.
© Thomas Parnell
In airy fields ye fields of bliss below
Where woods of Myrtle sett by Maro grow
Where grass beneath & shade diffusd above
Refresh the feavour of distracted Love
There at a solemn tide ye Beautys slain
By tender passion act their fates again
Ballad
© Amelia Opie
Round youthful Henry's restless bed
His weeping friends and parents pressed;
But she who raised his languid head
He loved far more than all the rest.
An Alliance
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
This is the weird of a world-old folk,
That not till the last link breaks,
Perdition
© Arthur Symons
Why have I never loved? Is it that I am abnormal,
Condemned for my sins, not as some in absurd concavity
In A College Garden
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake,
What ayles thee soe to pyne?
Hymn XXVI: I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God
© Charles Wesley
I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood,
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
The Coming of the Wind
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
An hour agone, and prostrate Nature lay
Like some sore-smitten creature nigh to death,
The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,
Daniel. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus, dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
© Ada Cambridge
E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.
The Hermit
© James Beattie
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
