Death poems
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The Australiad
© Mary Hannay Foott
Meanwhile the hardy Dutchmen came,as ancient charts attest,
Hartog, and Nuyts, and Carpenter, and Tasman, and the rest,
But found not forests rich in spice, nor market for their wares,
Nor servile tribes to toil oertasked mid pestilential airs,
And deemed it scarce worth while to claim so poor a continent,
But with their slumberous tropic isles thenceforward were content.
The Patteran
© Henry Lawson
I have given the love for their native land, wherever that land may be
(My children came from the East, my friends, and round by the Northern Sea),
And a son of a son of mine enemy, to the end of his treacherous line,
Shall be stricken to earth, if he dare but speak, by a son of a son of mine.
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine,
I have set the lines on my childrens palms as my fathers did on mine.
Love
© James Russell Lowell
Our love is not a fading earthly flower:
Its wingèd seed dropped down from Paradise,
The Reformer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,
I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,
Smiting the godless shrines of man
Along his path.
Sacred to the Memory of Unknown
© Henry Lawson
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still,
While the sun goes down in glory
The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.
© James Beattie
I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain
Jewelled Offering
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Jewelled offering bring I none,
Jade or pearl or precious stone,
Urn of crystal, bale of spice,
Unguent culled in Paradise,
King And Father
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Mountains and vales, how ye quake 'neath His tread
Wake from your slumbers, He calls, O ye dead!
Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister to Mr. C. Cotton
© Richard Lovelace
Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take
To follow her in life, else through this lake
Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,
Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,
Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,
Where round you love and joy for ever shine.
Spheral Change
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
IN this new shade of Death, the show
Passes me still of form and face;
The Three Warnings
© Hester Lynch Piozzi
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
Sonnet V: Whilst Youth and Error
© Samuel Daniel
Whilst youth and error led my wand'ring mind
And set my thoughts in heedless ways to range,
Bodys Blood
© Arthur Symons
And if I love you more than my own soul
Then must you die and I shall never die
When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
© John Milton
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
Vae Victis
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Beside the placid sea that mirrored her
With the old glory of dawn that cannot die,
The Grand Consulation
© George Canning
If the health and the strength, and the pure vital breath
Of old England, at last must be doctor'd to death,
Oh! why must we die of one doctor alone?
And why must that doctor be just such a one
As Doctor Henry Addington?
Death. A Dialogue
© Henry Vaughan
Soul.
'TIS a sad Land, that in one day
Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze
Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay
Tenant for years, and centuries ;
How wilt thou brook't ?
