Death poems
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Amours De Voyage, Canto I
© Arthur Hugh Clough
I am to tell you, you say, what I think of our last new acquaintance.
Well, then, I think that George has a very fair right to be jealous.
I do not like him much, though I do not dislike being with him.
He is what people call, I suppose, a superior man, and
Certainly seems so to me; but I think he is terribly selfish.
Dining-Room Tea
© Rupert Brooke
When you were there, and you, and you,
Happiness crowned the night; I too,
The Travail Of Passion
© William Butler Yeats
WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Custer: Book Third
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Were every red man slaughtered in a day,
Still would that sacrifice but poorly pay
For one insulted woman captive's woes.
Sonnet LXXXIII. The Sea View
© Charlotte Turner Smith
THE upland shepherd, as reclined he lies
On the soft turf that clothes the mountain brow,
Marks the bright sea-line mingling with the skies;
Or from his course celestial, sinking slow,
The Offering
© Edith Nesbit
What will you give me for this heart of mine,
No heart of gold, and yet my dearest treasure?
It has its graces, it can ache and pine,
Requiem
© Edith Nesbit
NOW veiled in the inviolable past
Love lies asleep, who never more will wake;
Nor would you wake him, even for my sake
Who for your sake pray he sleep sound at last.
Lament Of Mary Queen Of Scots
© William Wordsworth
SMILE of the Moon!--for I so name
That silent greeting from above;
The Hurricane
© William Cullen Bryant
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
For the coming of the hurricane!
The Death Of The Poor
© Charles Baudelaire
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:
the goal of life and the only hope we have,
like an elixir, rousing, intoxicating, giving
the strength to march on towards the grave:
Koya San
© Robert Laurence Binyon
High on the mountain, shrouded in vast trees,
The stillness had the chastity of frost.
I trod the fallen pallors of the moon.
The path was paven stone: I was not lost,
But followed whither it should lead me soon
Into the mountains midmost secrecies.
Annunciation
© John Donne
Salvation to all that will is nigh;
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Elijah
© Henry Kendall
INTO that good old Hebrews soul sublime
The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh ONeill
© Thomas Osborne Davis
DID they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh ONeill?
Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.
On Death
© John Keats
1.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.
Don Juan: Canto The Tenth
© George Gordon Byron
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
Death
© George MacDonald
Mourn not, my friends, that we are growing old:
A fresher birth brings every new year in.
Horatian Epode To The Duchess Of Malfi
© Allen Tate
Duchess: Who am I?
Bosola: Thou art a box of worm-seed, at best but a
salvatory of green mummy.
Book Third [Residence at Cambridge]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a dreary morning when the wheels
Rolled over a wide plain o'erhung with clouds,
And nothing cheered our way till first we saw
The long-roofed chapel of King's College lift
Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,
Extended high above a dusky grove.
