Death poems
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Ormuzd And Ahriman. A Cantata
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Oh, that I could sinne once see!
We paint the devil foul, yet he
Fancy's Casuistry
© James Russell Lowell
How struggles with the tempest's swells
That warning of tumultuous bells!
The fire is loose! and frantic knells
Throb fast and faster,
As tower to tower confusedly tells
News of disaster.
"Sadder than lark when lowering"
© Alfred Austin
Sadder than lark when lowering
Clouds defend the sky;
For Valour
© John Le Gay Brereton
Hail to you, comrades, who have won,
Where the torn lines of battle run
By tattered town and ruined mead,
The honour that men give with pride
To those who, daffing death aside,
Have done the valorous deed.
The Sisters Of Charity
© Arthur Rimbaud
That bright-eyed and brown-skinned youth,
The fine twenty-year body that should go naked,
That, brow circled with copper, under the moon,
An unknown Persian Genie would have worshipped;
The War Films
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O living pictures of the dead,
O songs without a sound,
O fellowship whose phantom tread
Hallows a phantom ground -
How in a gleam have these revealed
The faith we had not found.
She Shall Not Guess
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Even if I died no sound should tell it her.
Death babbles, but the calm of her dear eyes
In vain would ask, no tell--tale breath should stir
The lips still treasuring a thought unwise.
Over The Eyes Of Gladness
© James Whitcomb Riley
"The voice of One hath spoken,
And the bended reed is bruised--
The golden bowl is broken,
And the silver cord is loosed."
Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D.
© Jonathan Swift
Dear honest Ned is in the gout,
Lies rack'd with pain, and you without:
How patiently you hear him groan!
How glad the case is not your own!
Hezekiah
© Thomas Parnell
From the bleak Beach and broad expanse of sea,
To lofty Salem, Thought direct thy way;
Mount thy light chariot, move along the plains,
And end thy flight where Hezekiah reigns.
Of The Father's Love Begotten
© Aurelius Clemens Prudentius
Of the Fathers love begotten, ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega, He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see, evermore and evermore!
A Masque Of Shadows
© Arthur Symons
Poor helpless Shadow of Deceit,
The shadow of no magic flower,
I End you, Helen, in the Street
This unanointed sacred, hour:
Here where the dust of trodden feet
Desecrates the street.
Book Ninth [Residence in France]
© William Wordsworth
EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
The Trial
© Zbigniew Herbert
in the first row sat an old fat woman
dressed up as my mother with a theatrical gesture she raised
a handkerchief to her dirty eyes but didn't cry
it must have lasted a long time I don't know even how long
the red blood of the sunset was rising in the gowns of the judges
A Death Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch 'll go a-singin' as it pass.
An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
I kin hyeah it as it go
Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res' at las'."
April
© John Crowe Ransom
SAVOR of love is thick on the April air,
The blunted boughs dispose their lacy bloom,
The White Ship Henry I. Of England.25th November 1120
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
By none but me can the tale be told,
The butcher of Rouen, poor Berold.
