Death poems
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90. Epistle to James Smith
© Robert Burns
Whilst Ibut I shall haud me there,
Wi you Ill scarce gang ony where
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi you to mak a pair.
Whareer I gang.
176. On the Death of John MLeod, Esq.
© Robert Burns
SAD thy tale, thou idle page,
And rueful thy alarms:
Death tears the brother of her love
From Isabellas arms.
By the Window
© Edward Dowden
STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
Earth-Bound
© Alfred Noyes
Ghosts? Love would fain believe,
Earth being so fair, the dead might wish to return!
Is it so strange if, even in heaven, they yearn
For the May-time and the dreams it used to give?
Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I THANK you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice;
Virtue should always be the first,--I 'm only SECOND VICE--
(A vice is something with a screw that's made to hold its jaw
Till some old file has played away upon an ancient saw).
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07
© Torquato Tasso
LXXXVI
"But if our sins us of his help deprive,
312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo
© Robert Burns
LIFE neer exulted in so rich a prize,
As Burnet, lovely from her native skies;
Nor envious death so triumphd in a blow,
As that which laid th accomplishd Burnet low.
Lines Written By The Sea
© Frances Anne Kemble
If thou wert standing by yon tide,
And I were standing by thy side,
259. A New Psalm for the Chapel of Kilmarnock
© Robert Burns
O SING a new song to the Lord,
Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, even for the King
His restoration.
552. Complimentary versicles to Jessie Lewars
© Robert Burns
JESSIES ILLNESSSay, sages, whats the charm on earth
Can turn Deaths dart aside!
It is not purity and worth,
Else Jessie had not died.
187. Epigram on Parting with a kind Host in the Highlands
© Robert Burns
WHEN Deaths dark stream I ferry oer,
(A time that surely shall come,)
In Heavn itself Ill ask no more,
Than just a Highland welcome.
384. SongHighland Mary
© Robert Burns
YE banks, and braes, and streams around
The castle o Montgomery!
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
Your waters never drumlie:
285. SongI Gaed a Waefu Gate Yestreen
© Robert Burns
I GAED a waefu gate yestreen,
A gate, I fear, Ill dearly rue;
I gat my death frae twa sweet een,
Twa lovely een obonie blue.
At Dawn
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The dawn is here! I climb the hill;
The earth is young and strangely still;
A tender green is showing where
But yesterday my fields were bare. . . .
I climb and, as I climb, I sing;
The dawn is here, and with it - spring!
457. Epitaph on Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe
© Robert Burns
STOP thief! dame Nature calld to Death,
As Willy drew his latest breath;
How shall I make a fool again?
My choicest model thou hast taen.
Winter Violets
© Alfred Austin
Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet,
Dews of the dark that drench the violet.
Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears,
Nature and Man together blend their tears.
The Two Summers
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THERE is a golden season in our year,
Between October's hale and lusty cheer,
And the hoar frost of winter's empire drear;
Which, like a fairy flood of mystic tides,
The Fountain
© William Cullen Bryant
Fountain, that springest on this grassy slope,
Thy quick cool murmur mingles pleasantly,
