Death poems
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Portals
© Walt Whitman
WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
And what are those of life, but for Death?
At Algeciras - A Meditaton Upon Death
© William Butler Yeats
The heron-billed pale cattle-birds
That feed on some foul parasite
Of the Moroccan flocks and herds
Cross the narrow Straits to light
In the rich midnight of the garden trees
Till the dawn break upon those mingled seas.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 7
© Joel Barlow
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,
Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.
Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act III.
© George Gordon Byron
HERMAN
It wants but one till sunset,
And promises a lovely twilight.
Le Marais Du Cygne
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A BLUSH as of roses
Where rose never grew!
Great drops on the bunch-grass,
But not of the dew!
Night and Morning
© Anonymous
Was it a lie that they told me,
Was it a pitiless hoax?
A sop for my soul and its longing
Only to cozen and coax?
And a voice came down through the night and rain:
"They lied; thou has trusted in vain."
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - July
© George MacDonald
1.
ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!
To A Violet Found On All Saint's Day
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Belated wanderer of the ways of spring,
Lost in the chill of grim November rain,
Would I could read the message that you bring
And find in it the antidote for pain.
Pocahontas
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Wearied arm and broken sword
Wage in vain the desperate fight:
Song From The Wandering Jew
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast;
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale--is fast.
The Death of Artemidora
© Walter Savage Landor
ARTEMIDORA! Gods invisible,
While thou art lying faint along the couch,
Have tied the sandal to thy veined feet,
And stand beside thee, ready to convey
Fiammetta
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
BEHOLD Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.
Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands;
Song Of The Negro Boatman
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come
To set de people free;
An' massa tink it day ob doom,
An' we ob jubilee.
Hymn XIII. Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
© John Austin
Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
Once more the light returns to thee:
From The Song of Hiawatha
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Death of Minnehaha
ALL day long roved Hiawatha
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Spanish Jew's Tale; Kambalu
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into the city of Kambalu,
By the road that leadeth to Ispahan,
At the head of his dusty caravan,
Laden with treasure from realms afar,
Baldacca and Kelat and Kandahar,
Rode the great captain Alau.
The Trees Of Life
© Jones Very
For those who worship Thee there is no death,
For all they do is but with Thee to dwell;
