Death poems
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The Legend Glorified
© James Whitcomb Riley
"I deem that God is not disquieted"--
This in a mighty poet's rhymes I read;
And blazoned so forever doth abide
Within my soul the legend glorified.
Stanzas To - - - -
© Emily Jane Brontë
Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,
And some may quite forget thy name;
Guns At The Front
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Man, simple and brave, easily confiding,
Giving his all, glad of the sun's sweetness,
Heeding little of pitiful incompleteness,
Mending life with laughter and cheerful chiding,
To Imagination
© Emily Jane Brontë
When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me back again:
Oh, my true friend! I am not lone,
While then canst speak with such a tone!
Over the Hills and Far Away
© William Ernest Henley
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
The Grave Of Howard
© William Lisle Bowles
Spirit of Death! whose outstretched pennons dread
Wave o'er the world beneath their shadow spread;
Stanzas Subjoined To The Yearly Bill Of Mortality Of The Parish Of All-Saints, Northampton. Anno Dom
© William Cowper
Could I, from Heaven inspired, as sure presage
To whom the rising year shall prove his last,
As I can number in my punctual page,
And item down the victims of the past;
Italy : 36. The Nun
© Samuel Rogers
'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now
On her hard pillow -- there, alas, to be
Nightly, through many and many a dreary hour,
Wan, often wet with tears, and (ere at length
The Chamois Hunter's Love
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois bounds;
Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the torrent-sounds;
And where the snow-peaks gleam like stars, through the stillness of the air,
And where the Lauwine's peal is heart - Hunter! thy heart is there!
Dialogue
© Nizar Qabbani
Do not say my love was
A ring or a bracelet.
My love is a siege,
Is the daring and headstrong.
Who, searching sail out to their death.
Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend
© Robert Louis Stevenson
FROM the bonny bells of heather
They brewed a drink long-syne,
The Land Of The Dawning
© George Essex Evans
Darkrose her shore in seas of amethyst
By tropic breezes kissed,
Weary
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Here, in the silent churchyard, 'mid a thousand dead, alone,
Weary I sit for a moment clasping this cross of stone,
Valkyriur Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The Sea-king woke from the troubled sleep
Of a vision-haunted night,
The Dying Stockman
© Anonymous
A strapping young stockman lay dying,
His saddle supporting his head;
His two mates around him were crying,
As he rose on his elbow and said:
