Death poems
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Heartsease And Rue: Friendship
© James Russell Lowell
Natures benignly mixed of air and earth,
Now with the stars and now with equal zest
Tracing the eccentric orbit of a jest.
Death at the Window
© Robert Fuller Murray
This morning, while we sat in talk
Of spring and apple-bloom,
Lo! Death stood in the garden walk,
And peered into the room.
The Hour And The Ghost
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I have thee close, my dear,
No terror can come near;
Only far off the northern light shines clear.
Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Authors Poem "The Excursion,"
© William Wordsworth
Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal
TO public notice, with reluctance strong,
Did I deliver this unfinished Song;
Yet for one happy issue;--and I look
The Rarity Of Genius
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
While yet my lip was breathing youth's first breath,
I all too young to know their deepest spell,
The Wood Carver's Wife
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
JEAN MARCHANT, the wood-carver.
DORETTE, his wife.
LOUIS DE LOTBINIERE.
SHAGONAS, an Indian lad.
In Praise Of A Ruler Of Ts'in
© Confucius
What trees grow on the Chung-nan hill?
The white fir and the plum.
In fur of fox, 'neath 'broidered robe,
Thither our prince is come.
His face glows with vermilion hue.
O may he prove a ruler true!
A Clock Striking Midnight
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Hark to the echo of Times footsteps; gone
Thise moments are into the unseen grave
Dark spring
© Yvor Winters
My very breath
Disowned
In nights of study,
And page by page
I came on spring.
In Memoriam
© Emma Lazarus
O FRIEND who passed away while flowers died,
Now that the land bursts into bloom again,
With vivid blossoms o'er the landscape wide,
Purple and white 'mongst, grasses golden-eyed,
In beauteous resurrection o'er the plain,
Macaulay's New Zealander.
© James Brunton Stephens
IT little profits that, an idle man,
On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,
Pennsylvania Hall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
NOT with the splendors of the days of old,
The spoil of nations, and barbaric gold;
No weapons wrested from the fields of blood,
Where dark and stern the unyielding Roman stood,
The Thrush In February
© George Meredith
I know him, February's thrush,
And loud at eve he valentines
On sprays that paw the naked bush
Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.
Sonnet XCIV: Michelangelo 's Kiss
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleak
And uttermost labours, having once o'ersaid
Il Janitoro
© George Ade
Mrs. T.:
What does it mean, what does it mean?
This smell of smoke may indicate
That we'll be burned oh-h-h, awful fate!
Fainting by the Way
© Henry Kendall
Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,
Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not stay;
The Wreck Of Rivermouth
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,
By dawn or sunset shone across,
