Death poems
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On Hearing "The Messiah"
© William Lisle Bowles
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die
In the long vaultings of this ancient fane!
Sun And Flesh (Credo In Unam)
© Arthur Rimbaud
The vast heaven is open! the mysteries lie dead
Before erect Man, who folds his strong arms
Among the vast splendour of abundant Nature!
He sings... and the woods sing, the river murmurs
A song full of happiness which rises towards the light!...
- it is Redemption! it is love! it is love!...
The Passing of Scotty
© Henry Lawson
We leave our mark and we play our part
In the nations pregnant days,
And we find a place in the Bushmans heart
Ere we vanish beyond the haze.
The Wandering Jew
© James Whitcomb Riley
The stars are falling, and the sky
Is like a field of faded flowers;
Things of great worth shall come to pass...
© Boris Pasternak
Things of great worth shall come to pass
By true foreknowledge and in fact,
Names worthier than mine in fame
And words which earned me men's esteem.
Sunday Next Before Advent
© John Keble
Will God indeed with fragments bear,
Snatched late from the decaying year?
The Storm
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Fear was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud;
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.
The Surrender Of The German Fleet
© Henry Van Dyke
Ship after ship, and every one with a high-resounding name,
From the robber-nest of Heligoland the German war-fleet came;
Fragment From The Wandering Jew
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Elements respect their Maker's seal!
Still Like the scathed pine tree's height,
Braving the tempests of the night
Have I 'scaped the flickering flame.
The Autumn Wind
© Caroline Norton
Back to the barren hill and lonely glen!
Here let the wandering of thy echoes cease;
Sadly thou soundest to the hearts of men,--
Hush thy wild voice, and let the earth have peace;
Or, if no chain thy restless will can bind,
Sweep thro' the desert, moaning autumn wind!
On A Cattle Track
© Henry Kendall
Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,
And the shouts of the desert-wind break,
Night-Scene in Genoa
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
He pauses - from the partiarch's brow
There beams more lofty grandeur now;
His reverend form, his aged hand,
Assume a gesture of command,
His voice is awful, and his eye
Fill's with prophetic majesty.
The Time Before Death
© Kabir
Friend? hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think... and think... while you are alive.
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time
before death.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - October
© George MacDonald
1.
REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.
Bustle in a house
© Emily Dickinson
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,-
