Death poems

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Arhan

© Aleister Crowley

When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
glance
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms
dance

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 07 - Beginnings Of Civilization

© Lucretius

Afterwards,
When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,
And when the woman, joined unto the man,
Withdrew with him into one dwelling place,

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Adela

© Aleister Crowley

Jupiter Mars P Moon
VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910.
Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue
Rides on the moon, a lilac conch of pearl,

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Sexegesima Sunday

© John Keble

Foe of mankind! too bold thy race:
  Thou runn'st at such a reckless pace,
Thine own dire work thou surely wilt confound:
  'Twas but one little drop of sin
  We saw this morning enter in,
And lo! at eventide the world is drowned.

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daughter

© Suheir Hammad

leaves and leaving call october home
her daughter releases wood
smoke from her skin
rich in scorpio

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Love's Ordeal

© George MacDonald

In a lovely garden walking
Two lovers went hand in hand;
Two wan, worn figures, talking
They sat in the flowery land.

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Song IX. - The fatal hours are wondrous near

© William Shenstone

The fatal hours are wondrous near,
That from these fountains bear my dear;
A little space is given; in vain
She robs my sight, and shuns the plain.

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Elegy III. Anno Aet. 17. On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester (Translated From Milton)

© William Cowper

Silent I sat, dejected, and alone,

Making in thought the public woes my own,

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The Assault Heroic

© Robert Graves

Down in the mud I lay,
Tired out by my long day
Of five damned days and nights,
Five sleepless days and nights,…

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Sixteen Dead Men

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Hark! in the still night. Who goes there ?
“Fifteen dead men" Why do they wait ?
“Hasten, comrade, death is so fair"
Now comes their Captain through the dim gate.

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Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And Fro

© Phillis Wheatley

Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring

Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!

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Jonah

© Robert Graves

A purple whale
Proudly sweeps his tail
Towards Nineveh;
Glassy green
Surges between
A mile of roaring sea.

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The Cottage

© Robert Graves

Here in turn succeed and rule
Carter, smith, and village fool,
Then again the place is known
As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school;

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Stray Birds 81 - 90

© Rabindranath Tagore

81
WHAT is this unseen flame of darkness
whose sparks are the stars?
82

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Antara

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Though thou thy fair face concealest still in thy veil from me,
yet am I he that hath captured horse--riders how many!
Give me the praise of my fair deeds. Lady, thou knowest it,
kindly am I and forbearing, save when wrong presseth me.
Only when evil assaileth, deal I with bitterness;
then am I cruel in vengeance, bitter as colocynth.

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A Monarch's Death-Bed

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A monarch on his death-bed lay -

 Did censors waft perfume,

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A Fallen Yew

© Francis Thompson

It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
And last with stateliest rhyme.

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Two Fusiliers

© Robert Graves

And have we done with War at last?
Well, we’ve been lucky devils both,
And there’s no need of pledge or oath
To bind our lovely friendship fast,
By firmer stuff
Close bound enough.

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The Leap Of Roushan Beg. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,
His chestnut steed with four white feet,
  Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,
Son of the road and bandit chief,
Seeking refuge and relief,
  Up the mountain pathway flew.

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Sonnet XXI: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded

© Samuel Daniel

If Beauty thus be clouded with a frown,

That pity shines no comfort to my bliss,