Death poems
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Sonnet To Chatterton
© John Keats
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate!
Dear child of sorrow -- son of misery!
How soon the film of death obscur'd that eye,
Whence Genius mildly falsh'd, and high debate.
Nature in Perfection
© Richard Savage
No Glympse of Joy your Pleasures then convey'd,
Nor Midnight Ball, nor Morning Masquerade.
In vain to crouded Drawing Rooms you run:
The Court a Desart seems without your Son.
Wishing -- Or Fate And I
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,
Art invincible and great.
Well, I own thy prowess; still
Dare I flount thee, with my will.
Idyll XXVI. The Bacchanals
© Theocritus
Agave of the vermeil-tinted cheek
And Ino and Autonoae marshalled erst
Three bands of revellers under one hill-peak.
They plucked the wild-oak's matted foliage first,
Lush ivy then, and creeping asphodel;
And reared therewith twelve shrines amid the untrodden fell:
Book Thirteenth [Imagination And Taste, How Impaired And Restored Concluded]
© William Wordsworth
FROM Nature doth emotion come, and moods
Of calmness equally are Nature's gift:
The Ring And The Book - Chapter II - Half-Rome
© Robert Browning
All five soon somehow found themselves at Rome,
At the villa door: there was the warmth and light
The sense of life so just an inch inside
Some angel must have whispered One more chance!
A Bird and flower upon the tree
© Augusta Davies Webster
A bird and flower upon the tree,
Sweet peony and oriole,
Each of them a perfect soul,
Song and sweetness manifest
The bird and flower we love the best
Side by side on the tall tree.
Moss on a Wall
© Henry Kendall
Dim dreams it hath of singing ways,
Of far-off woodland water-heads,
And shining ends of April days
Amongst the yellow runnel-beds.
The Closing Scene
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Who can bring healing to her heart's despair,
Her whole rich sum of happiness lies there! ~ CROLY.
Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor
© Sylvia Plath
Inched from their pygmy burrows
And from the trench-dug mud, all Camouflaged in mottled mail
Of browns and greens. Each wore one
Claw swollen to a shield large
As itself-no fiddler's arm
Grown Gargantuan by trade,
Tristrams End
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tristram
Isoult, Isoult, thy kiss!
To sorrow though I was made,
I die in bliss, in bliss.
Translation From The Medea Of Euripides
© George Gordon Byron
When fierce conflicting urge
The breast where love is wont to glow,
What mind can stem the stormy surge
Which rolls the tide of human woe?
A Ballad Of Claremont Hill
© Henry Van Dyke
The roar of the city is low,
Muffled by new-fallen snow,
Homage To Sextus Propertius - I
© Ezra Pound
Flame burns, rain sinks into the cracks
And they all go to rack ruin beneath the thud of the years.
Stands genius a deathless adornment,
a name not to be worn out with the years.
Ballad Of The Traitors Soul
© Edgar Lee Masters
'Twas the shrunken soul of the traitor
That whined in a coign of the dark;
And the fiends were aroused from slumber,
When Cerberus began to bark.
To My Sister,
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."
Dear Sister! while the wise and sage
Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
© Emily Dickinson
Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
Some shall summon Me
Mine belong Your latest Sighing
Mineto Belt Your Eye
Italy : 25. Don Garzia
© Samuel Rogers
Among those awful forms, in elder time
Assembled, and through many an after-age
Destined to stand as Genii of the Place
Where men most meet in Florence, may be seen
In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned
© James Wright
I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
Upstream from the sewer main,
Pondering, gazing.
