Death poems
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The Occasion of the Law Suit. chapter I
© John Arbuthnot
The first letters of congratulation from King William and the
States of Holland upon King Philip's accession to the crown of
Spain.
* The English.
** The Dutch.
141. Tam Samsons Elegy
© Robert Burns
THE EPITAPHTam Samsons weel-worn clay here lies
Ye canting zealots, spare him!
If honest worth in Heaven rise,
Yell mend or ye win near him.
228. To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
MY godlike friendnay, do not stare,
You think the phrase is odd-like;
But God is love, the saints declare,
Then surely thou art god-like.
Waggon Hill
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling,
Treading his dear _Revenge's_ deck,
On Lady Charles Beauclerc's Death
© Walter Savage Landor
Nor empty are the honours that we pay
To the departed; our own hearts are fill'd
51. On Tam the Chapman
© Robert Burns
AS Tam the chapman on a day,
WiDeath forgatherd by the way,
Weel pleasd, he greets a wight so famous,
And Death was nae less pleasd wi Thomas,
Fifty Years (1863-1913)
© James Weldon Johnson
O brothers mine, to-day we stand
Where half a century sweeps our ken,
Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand,
Struck off our bonds and made us men.
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts I.-II.
© John Logan
Yet lost to fame is virtue's orient reign;
The patriot lived, the hero died in vain,
Dark night descended o'er the human day,
And wiped the glory of the world away:
Whirled round the gulf, the acts of time were tost,
Then in the vast abyss for ever lost.
306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790
© Robert Burns
Now, for my friends and brethrens sakes,
And for my dear-lovd Land o Cakes,
I pray with holy fire:
Lord, send a rough-shod troop o Hell
Oer a wad Scotland buy or sell,
To grind them in the mire!
The Complaint: or Night Thoughts (excerpt)
© Edward Young
By Nature's law, what may be, may be now;
There's no prerogative in human hours.
133. The Brigs of Ayr
© Robert Burns
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from evry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush;
19. A Prayer in the Prospect of Death
© Robert Burns
O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause
Of all my hope and fear!
In whose dread presence, ere an hour,
Perhaps I must appear!
328. Poem on Pastoral Poetry
© Robert Burns
Thy rural loves are Natures sel;
Nae bombast spates o nonsense swell;
Nae snap conceits, but that sweet spell
O witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
The sternest move.
352. The Song of Death
© Robert Burns
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,
Now gay with the broad setting sun;
Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run!
234. A Mothers Lament for her Sons Death
© Robert Burns
FATE gave the word, the arrow sped,
And piercd my darlings heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.
The End Of The World
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Even the silent lips and comforting calm face
I had no more; I took my place
A Monument For The Soldiers
© James Whitcomb Riley
A monument for the Soldiers!
And what will ye build it of?
304. SongI Murder hate
© Robert Burns
I MURDER hate by flood or field,
Tho glorys name may screen us;
In wars at home Ill spend my blood
Life-giving wars of Venus.
66. Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux
© Robert Burns
Thohe was bred to kintra-wark,
And counted was baith wight and stark,
Yet that was never Robins mark
To mak a man;
But tell him, he was learnd and clark,
Ye roosd him then!
59. Death and Dr. Hornbook
© Robert Burns
But just as he began to tell,
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell
Some wee short hour ayont the twal,
Which raisd us baith:
I took the way that pleasd mysel,
And sae did Death.
