Death poems
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Lexington
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping,
Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun,
Gettysburg Ode
© James Bayard Taylor
After the eyes that looked, the lips that spake
Here, from the shadows of impending death,
Epigram On The Death Of Edward Forbes
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
NATURE, a jealous mistress, laid him low.
He wood and won her; and, by love made bold,
She showd him more than mortal man should know,
Then slew him lest her secret should be told.
To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
BEYOND the north wind lay the land of old
Where men dwelt blithe and blameless, clothed and fed
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Amid the hospitable glow,
Like an old actor on the stage,
With the uncertain voice of age,
The singing chimney chanted low
The homely songs of long ago.
In The Night
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the silent midnight watches,
When the earth was clothed in gloom,
Youth Renewed
© Robert Fuller Murray
When one who has wandered out of the way
Which leads to the hills of joy,
The Sage
© Harriet Monroe
Sequoia, growing grandly
Out of the long ago,
Beloved of Time, whose sons
March by to measures slow,
How tenderly you cherish
All little lives below!
Invocation
© Mathilde Blind
BREATHE thro' me in music,
Spirit of the time!
Pregnant with the future,
Spirit of the time!
Anonymous Plays:XVI - Arden of Feversham
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
MOTHER whose womb brought forth our man of men,
Mother of Shakespeare, whom all time acclaims
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IX - Drona-Badha (Fall Of Drona)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
On the fall of Bhishma the Brahman chief Drona, preceptor of the Kuru
and Pandav princes, was appointed the leader of the Kuru forces. For
Canto XIII: Kung Walked
© Ezra Pound
And they said: If a man commit murder
Should his father protect him, and hide him?
And Kung said:
He should hide him.
Ogyges
© Henry Kendall
Stand out, swift-footed leaders of the horns,
And draw strong breath, and fill the hollowy cliff
Elegy XVI: The Expostulation
© John Donne
TO make the doubt clear, that no woman's true,
Was it my fate to prove it strong in you?
In Southern Seas
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
In southern seas we sailed, my love and I,
In southern seas.
On Certain Elizabethan revivals
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O RUFF-EMBASTIONED vast Elizabeth,
Bush to these bushel-bellied casks of wine,
Shakespeare
© Mathilde Blind
The world of men, unrolled before our sight,
Showed like a map, where stream and waterfall
And village-cradling vale and cloud-capped height
Stand faithfully recorded, great and small;
For Shakespeare was, and at his touch, with light
Impartial as the Sun's, revealed the All.
The Twenty-Fifth Of April
© Roderic Quinn
THIS day is Anzac Day!
Made sacred by the memory
Of those who fought and died, and fought and live,
And gave the best that men may give
The Murdered Traveller
© William Cullen Bryant
When spring, to woods and wastes around,
Brought bloom and joy again,
The murdered traveller's bones were found,
Far down a narrow glen.
