Death poems
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Sonnet CI: The One Hope
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
When vain desire at last and vain regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
Monday In Easter Week
© John Keble
Go up and watch the new-born rill
Just trickling from its mossy bed,
Streaking the heath-clad hill
With a bright emerald thread.
An Ode - Humbly Inscribed To The Queen, On the Glorious Success of Her Majesty's Arms
© Matthew Prior
When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,
And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,
Sonnet I: Love Enthroned
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:
Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;
To Yvor Winters
© Thom Gunn
Though night is always close, complete negation
Ready to drop on wisdom and emotion,
Night from the air or the carnivorous breath,
Still it is right to know the force of death,
And, as you do, persistent, tough in will,
Raise from the excellent the better still.
Sonnet XXII: When Our Two Souls Stand Up
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Sonnet Written On A Fly-Leaf Of "The Rubaiyat" Of Omar Khayyam, The Astronomer-Poet Of Persia.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHO deems the soul to endless death is thrall,
That no life breathes beyond that moment dire,
When every sense seems lost as outblown fire;
Love-Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
If Death should claim me for her own to-day,
And softly I should falter from your side,
The Beautiful Squatter
© Charles Harpur
Where the wandering Barwin delighteth the eye,
Befringed with the myall and golden-bloomed gorse,
On The Death Of Charles Turner Torrey
© James Russell Lowell
Woe worth the hour when it is crime
To plead the poor dumb bondman's cause,
When all that makes the heart sublime,
The glorious throbs that conquer time,
Are traitors to our cruel laws!
The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse
© Henry Adamson
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,
Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,
Demand For Courage
© Francis Quarles
Thy life's a warfare, thou a soldier art;
Satan's thy foeman, and a faithful heart
The Woodland Phases
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
No trace, no trace! yet wherefore thus
Do shade and beam our spirit's stir?
Ah! Nature may be cold to us,
But we are strangely moved by her.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08:
© Conrad Aiken
Well,it was two days after my husband died
Two days! And the earth still raw above him.
AN ELEGY Upon Prince Henry's death.
© Henry King
Keep station Nature, and rest Heaven sure
On thy supporters shoulders, left past cure,
Thou dasht in ruine fall by a griefs weight
Will make thy basis shrink, and lay thy height
After-Life
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O BOON and curse in one this ceaseless need
Of looking still behind us and before!
Gift to the soul of eyes that cannot read
Life's open book of cabalistic lore;
The Company Of Lovers
© Judith Wright
We meet and part now over all the world;
we, the lost company,
take hands together in the night, forget
the night in our brief happiness, silently.
Canto de Esperanza (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
Un gran vuelo de cuervos mancha el azul celeste.
Un soplo milenario trae amagos de peste.
Se asesinan los hombres en el extremo Este.
