Death poems
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44
© Alfred Tennyson
If such a dreamy touch should fall,
O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;
My guardian angel will speak out
In that high place, and tell thee all.
My Ladys Slipper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Only the bark of my dog in the tower,
Glad in his play;
"Red was her cloak, and her face like a flower";
Hide it away!
The Despair
© Abraham Cowley
Beneath this gloomy shade,
By Nature only for my sorrows made,
I'll spend this voyce in crys,
In tears I'll waste these eyes
Arabella Stuart
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And is not love in vain,
Torture enough without a living tomb?
Byron
Chione
© Archibald Lampman
Scarcely a breath about the rocky stair
Moved, but the growing tide from verge to verge,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,
Under The Pine
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
The same majestic pine is lifted high
Against the twilight sky,
The same low, melancholy music grieves
Amid the topmost leaves,
As when I watched, and mused, and dreamed with him,
Beneath these shadows dim.
On the Death of E. Waller, Esq.
© Aphra Behn
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring
(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?
Gifts
© Emma Lazarus
"O World-God, give me Wealth!" the Egyptian cried.
His prayer was granted. High as heaven, behold
The Meeting
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The elder folks shook hands at last,
Down seat by seat the signal passed.
A Welcome To The Month Of Mary
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh! gladly do we welcome thee,
Fair pleasant month of May;
Farewell To Italy
© Frances Anne Kemble
Farewell awhile, beautiful Italy!
My lonely bark is launched upon the sea
A Dream
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
I dreamt a dream, a dazzling dream, of a green isle far away,
Where the glowing West to the ocean's breast calleth the dying day;
Black Sampson Of Brandywine
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
"In the fight at Brandywine, Black Samson, a giant negro armed with
a scythe, sweeps his way through the red ranks...." C. M. Skinner's
"_Myths and Legends of Our Own Land_."
The Death Of Almanzor
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Two and fifty times Almanzor had the Christian host o'erthrown;
Still again the Christians gatherèd, by despair the stronger grown.
Cityless and mountain--refuged they approacht the Douro's shores,
Falling, as a storm in summer, on the unsuspecting Moors.
Finis
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A MOMENT'S gleam, hint of sunnier weather,
Borne from the storm-clouds and the mists of fate;
Dawned, with a tender "Peradventure" hither,
A soft "Perchance it is not yet too late!"
The Shepheardes Calender: August
© Edmund Spenser
Cuddye.
Sicker sike a roundle neuer heard I none.
Little lacketh Perigot of the best.
And Willye is not greatly ouergone,
So weren his vndersongs well addrest.
An English Ballad, On The Taking Of Namur, By The King Of Great Britain
© Matthew Prior
Dulce est desipere in loco.
Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:
The Princes' Ques -Part the Eighth
© William Watson
Now as it chanced, the day was almost spent
When down the lonely mountain-side he went,
Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem
© James Russell Lowell
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,
And have some reason to surmise that I descend from Adam;
