Death poems

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The Soldier's Funeral

© Robert Southey

  O my God!
I thank thee that I am not such as these
I thank thee for the eye that sees, the heart
That feels, the voice that in these evil days
That amid evil tongues, exalts itself
And cries aloud against the iniquity.

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May Dew

© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin

May dew and haze

I catch in taut canvases.

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An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

© William Butler Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above;

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How The Robin Came

© John Greenleaf Whittier

When next morn the sun's first rays
Glistened on the hemlock sprays,
Straight that lodge the old chief sought,
And boiled sainp and moose meat brought.
"Rise and eat, my son!" he said.
Lo, he found the poor boy dead!

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A Vote (excerpt)

© Abraham Cowley



 This only grant me: that my means may lie

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Miriam

© John Greenleaf Whittier

But over Akbar's brows the frown hung black,
And, turning to the eunuch at his back,
"Take them," he said, "and let the Jumna's waves
Hide both my shame and these accursed slaves!"
His loathly length the unsexed bondman bowed
"On my head be it!"

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book XII - Aswa-Medha - (Sacrifice Of The Horse)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The real Epic ends with the war and the funerals of the deceased

warriors. Much of what follows in the original Sanscrit poem is

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Sent To Mr. Haley, On Reading His Epistles On Epic Poetry

© Henry James Pye

What blooming garlands shall the Muses twine,

  What verdant laurels weave, what flowers combine,

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Vesalius In Zante

© Edith Wharton

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
I loved light ever, light in eye and brain—
No tapers mirrored in long palace floors,
Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles,
But just the common dusty wind-blown day
That roofs earth’s millions.

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Tam Lin

© Andrew Lang

O I forbid you, maidens a',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

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A Legend Of Brittany - Part Second

© James Russell Lowell

I

As one who, from the sunshine and the green,

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To Quintus Dellius

© Eugene Field

Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray;
For though you pine your life away
  With dull complaining breath,
Or speed with song and wine each day,
  Still, still your doom is death.

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Trivia ; or, the Art of Walking the Streets of London : Book III

© John Gay

Of Walking the Streets by Night.

O Trivia, goddess, leave these low abodes,

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On The Slain Collegians

© Herman Melville

Youth is the time when hearts are large,

  And stirring wars

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April On Waggon Hill

© Sir Henry Newbolt

Lad, and can you rest now,

  There beneath your hill!

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Upon the Late Storm

© Edmund Waller

[And Death of His Highness Ensuing the Same.]

We must resign! Heaven his great soul does claim

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Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence

© Augusta Davies Webster

  Oh goddess head! Oh innocent brave eyes!
Oh curved and parted lips where smiles are rare
And sweetness ever! Oh smooth shadowy hair
Gathered around the silence of her brow!
  Child, I'd needs love thy beauty stranger-wise:
And oh the beauty of it, being thou!

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The Two Dreams

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I WILL that if I say a heavy thing

Your tongues forgive me; seeing ye know that spring

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King David

© Stephen Vincent Benet

David sang to his hook-nosed harp:
"The Lord God is a jealous God!
His violent vengeance is swift and sharp!
And the Lord is King above all gods!

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A Border Ballad

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

OH, I haven't got long to live, for we all

Die soon, e'en those who live longest;