Death poems

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A Suttee

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

GATHER her raven hair in one rich cluster,
Let the white champac light it, as a star
Gives to the dusky night a sudden lustre,
Shining afar.

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To M. S. G. : When I Dream That You Love Me

© George Gordon Byron

When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
  Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,--
  I rise, and it leaves me to weep.

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When all Thy Mercies, O My God

© Joseph Addison

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love and praise.

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The Shallow Heart!

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!
Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill
That froths o'er pebbles: grief, true grief is still,
Deathfully solemn as eternity

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To Thomas Moore : Written The Evening Before His Visit To Mr. Leigh Hunt In Horsemonger Lane Gaol, M

© George Gordon Byron

Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town,
Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,
For hang me if I know of which you may most brag,
Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two­penny Post Bag;

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Capital Punishment

© Edgar Albert Guest

PROUD is the state of its millions of men,

And proud is the state of its name;

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On The Death of Leopold: King of The Belgians

© Charles Kingsley

A King is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall.
Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind-
To read the mystic writing on the wall!

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The Burial Of Moses

© Cecil Frances Alexander

  By Nebo's lonely mountain,

  On this side Jordan's wave,

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The Usurpation

© Abraham Cowley

Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence;

  I was mine own, and free,

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book I - Astra Darsana (The Tournament)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The scene of the Epic is the ancient kingdom of the Kurus which
flourished along the upper course of the Ganges; and the historical
fact on which the Epic is based is a great war which took place
between the Kurus and a neighbouring tribe, the Panchalas, in the
thirteenth or fourteenth century before Christ.

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The Progres Of The Soule

© John Donne

Wherein,

BY OCCASION OF

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An Invitation

© James Russell Lowell

Nine years have slipt like hour-glass sand
From life's still-emptying globe away,
Since last, dear friend, I clasped your hand,
And stood upon the impoverished land,
Watching the steamer down the bay.

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Paradise Regain'd : Book IV.

© John Milton

Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric

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Dirge For The Year

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,
Come and sigh, come and weep!
Merry Hours, smile instead,

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Hellvellyn

© Sir Walter Scott

I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn,

Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide;

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Taps At West Point

© John Jay Chapman

THE dim and wintry river lies

Torpid and ice-bound, like a giant snake;

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Eccentricity

© Washington Allston

 Who next appears thus stalking by his side?
Why that is one who'd sooner die than-ride!
No inch of ground can maps unheard of show
Untrac'd by him, unknown to every toe:
As if intent this punning age to suit,
The globe's circumf'rence meas'ring by the foot.

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The Pioneer

© Edgar Lee Masters

From the wide miles of autumn corn,
Here to this sun-lit hill,
The wind wails for a hope forlorn,
And the grief of a ruined will.

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The Progress Of Refinement. Part II.

© Henry James Pye

CONTENTS OF PART II. Introduction.—Sketch of the Northern barbarians.—Feudal system.—Origin of Chivalry.—Superstition.—Crusades.— Hence the enfranchisement of Vassals, and Commerce encouraged. —The Northern and Western Europeans, struck with the splendor of Constantinople, and the superior elegance of the Saracens.—Origin of Romance.— The remains of Science confined to the monasteries, and in an unknown language.—Hence the distinction of learning.—Discovery of the Roman Jurisprudence, and it's effects.—Classic writers begin to be admired—Arts revive in Italy.—Greek learning introduced there, on the taking of Constantinople by the Turks.—That event lamented.—Learning encouraged by Leo X.—Invention of Printing.—The Reformation.—It's effects, even on those countries that retained their old Religion.— It's establishment in Britain.—Age of Elizabeth.— Arts and Literature flourish.—Spenser.—Shakespear. —Milton.—Dryden.—The Progress of the Arts checked by the Civil War.—Patronized in France. Age of Lewis XIV.—Taste hurt in England during the profligate reign of Charles II.—Short and turbulent reign of his Successor.—King William no encourager of the Arts.—Age of Queen Anne.—Manners.—Science and Literature flourish.—Neglected by the first Princes of the House of Brunswick.—Patronage of Arts by his present Majesty.—Poetry not encouraged.—Address to the King.—General view of the present state of Refinement. —Among the European Nations.—France.— Britain.—Italy.—Spain.—Holland and Germany. —Increasing Influence of French manners.— Russia.—Greece.—Asia.—China.—Africa. —America.—Newly discovered islands.—European Colonies.


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Ode To The Setting Sun

© Francis Thompson

Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth,

  The springing music, and its wasting breath--