Death poems
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The Flight Of The Wild Geese
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Wrapt in the darkness of the night,
Gathering in silence on the shore,
Reciprocal Kindness The Primary Law Of Nature
© William Cowper
Androcles, from his injured lord, in dread
Of instant death, to Lybia's desert fled,
Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament
© Andrew Lang
Balow, my boy, ly still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep,
To Night
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
So thou art come again, old black-winged night,
Like an huge bird, between us and the sun,
The Cock-Fighter's Garland
© William Cowper
Muse -- hide his name of whom I sing,
Lest his surviving house thou bring
For his sake into scorn,
Nor speak the school from which he drew,
The much or little that he knew,
Nor place where he was born.
Saint Maura: A.D. 304
© Charles Kingsley
Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!
The guards are crouching underneath the rock;
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto XI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Constancy rewarded
I vow'd unvarying faith, and she,
To whom in full I pay that vow,
Rewards me with variety
Which men who change can never know.
The Good Samaritan
© John Newton
How kind the good Samaritan
To him who fell among the thieves!
Thus Jesus pities fallen man,
And heals the wounds the soul receives.
To E. H. K.
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
ON THE RECEIPT OF A FAMILIAR POEM
To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath
The Silver Swan, Who Living Had No Note
© Orlando Gibbons
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.
Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
"I cant prevent myself from singing"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Mercy, my lady, who knows all things!
All goodness and everything worth having
Are yours: more than any woman living.
Help me, now, it is in your giving!
God's Vengeance
© John Hay
Saith the Lord, "Vengeance is mine;
I will repay," saith the Lord;
Ours be the anger divine,
Lit by the flash of his word.
The Zonnebeke Road
© Edmund Blunden
Morning, if this late withered light can claim
Some kindred with that merry flame
Abraham Lincoln
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Child of the boundless prairie, son of the virgin soil,
Heir to the bearing of burdens, brother to them that toil;
God and Nature together shaped him to lead in the van,
In the stress of her wildest weather when the Nation needed
a Man.
On Content
© Thomas Parnell
Grant heav'n that I may chuse my bliss
If you design me worldly Happiness
Thirty-Eight
© Charlotte Turner Smith
ADDRESSED TO MRS. H------Y.
IN early youth's unclouded scene,
The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate
A Death-Parting
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
LEAVES and rain and the days of the year,
(Water-willow and wellaway,)
