Death poems
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The Weaver
© Archibald Lampman
All day, all day, round the clacking net
The weaver's fingers fly:
Gray dreams like frozen mists are set
In the hush of the weaver's eye;
A voice from the dusk is calling yet,
"Oh, come away, or we die!"
One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue Part II
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here at last! And do you know
That again you've kept me waiting?
Wondering, anticipating,
If your "yes" meant "no."
Ode
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Delivered on the first anniversary of the Carolina Art Association, Feb. 10, 1856.
THERE are two worlds wherein our souls may dwell,
With discord, or ethereal music fraught,
One the loud mart wherein men buy and sell
Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt)
© Alfred Tennyson
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere,
And whiter than the mist that all day long
Had held the field of battle was the King:
SweetsafeHouses
© Emily Dickinson
SweetsafeHouses
GladgayHouses
Sealed so stately tight
Lids of Steelon Lids of Marble
Locking Bare feet out
The Hive At Gettysburg
© John Greenleaf Whittier
IN the old Hebrew myth the lion's frame,
So terrible alive,
Bleached by the desert's sun and wind, became
The wandering wild bees' hive;
The Dean Of Santiago
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The Dean of Santiago on his mule
Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks along,
Maude.
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A BALLAD OF THE OLDEN TIME.
Around the castle turrets fiercely moaned the autumn blast,
And within the old lords daughter seemed dying, dying fast;
While oer her couch in frenzied grief the stricken father bent,
And in deep sobs and stifled moans his anguish wild found vent.
The Sleeping City
© George Meredith
A Princess in the eastern tale
Paced thro' a marble city pale,
And saw in ghastly shapes of stone
The sculptured life she breathed alone;
Canto I: And Then Went Down to the Ship
© Ezra Pound
And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
Since Cleopatra Died
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
SINCE Cleopatra died! Long years are past,
In Antonys fancy, since the deed was done.
To The Memory Of Mary Young
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
GOD has his plans, and what if we
With our sight be too blind to see
The Troubadour Of Trebizend
© Madison Julius Cawein
NIGHT, they say, is no man's friend:
And at night he met his end
In the woods of Trebizend.
Hate crouched near him as he strode
The Plains Of Abraham
© Charles Sangster
I stood upon the Plain,
That had trembled when the slain,
Hurled their proud defiant curses at the battle-hearted foe,
When the steed dashed right and left
Through the bloody gaps he cleft,
When the bridle-rein was broken, and the rider was laid low.
Battle Of Corruna
© William Lisle Bowles
The tide of fate rolls on!--heart-pierced and pale,
The gallant soldier lies, nor aught avail,
Fire Pictures
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O! THE rolling, rushing fire!
O! the fire!
How it rages, wilder, higher,
Like a hot heart's fierce desire,
Presented To The King, At His Arrival In Holland, After The Discovery Of The Conspiracy. 1696
© Matthew Prior
Britain Her Safety to your Guidance owns,
That She can sep'rate Parricides from Sons;
That, impious Rage disarm'd, She lives and Reigns,
Her Freedom kept by Him, who broke Her Chains.
