Death poems
/ page 85 of 560 /
Mors Dei.
© Robert Crawford
Methought I saw God dying, and
The millions round His bed;
And all in every planet knew
They'd pass when He was dead.
The Sylphs Of The Seasons
© Washington Allston
Long has it been my fate to hear
The slave of Mammon, with a sneer,
A Tale Of True Love
© Alfred Austin
Not in the mist of legendary ages,
Which in sad moments men call long ago,
And people with bards, heroes, saints, and sages,
And virtues vanished, since we do not know,
But here to-day wherein we all grow old,
But only we, this Tale of True Love will be told.
Amours De Voyage, Canto II
© Arthur Hugh Clough
P.S.
Mary has seen thus far.-I am really so angry, Louisa,-
Quite out of patience, my dearest! What can the man be intending?
I am quite tired; and Mary, who might bring him to in a moment,
Lets him go on as he likes, and neither will help nor dismiss him.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter I - The Ring And The Book
© Robert Browning
DO you see this Ring?
Tis Rome-work, made to match
Of Godly Fear
© John Bunyan
Us godly fear delightful unto thee,
That fear that God himself delights to see
Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams
© Thomas Hardy
I dream that the dearest I ever knew
Has died and been entombed.
The Lady Of La Garaye - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie,
Among their poor, beneath the equal sky.
Among their poor, who blessed them ere they went
For all the loving help and calm content.
On A Good Man (From The Greek)
© William Cowper
Traveller, regret not me; for thou shalt find
Just cause of sorrow none in my decease,
Advice To Mrs. Mowat
© Anne Hecht
POEM WRITTEN TO MEHETIBLE CALEF, ON HER MARRIAGE TO CAPTAIN DAVID MOWAT, COMPOSED BY HER BRIDESMAID, ANNE HECHT, IN THE YEAR 1786.
Dear Hetty -
Since the single state
You've left to choose yourself a mate,
To An English Friend
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE seed that wasteful autumn cast
To waver on its stormy blast,
Lament For Zenocrate
© Christopher Marlowe
Black is the beauty of the brightest day,
The golden ball of heaven's eternal fire,
A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura
© Czeslaw Milosz
The garden of Nature opens.
The grass at the threshold is green.
And an almond tree begins to bloom.
Mary Magdalene
© George MacDonald
With wandering eyes and aimless zeal,
She hither, thither, goes;
Her speech, her motions, all reveal
A mind without repose.
In Memoriam~ -- Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse
© Henry Kendall
The grand, authentic songs that roll
Across grey widths of wild-faced sea,
The lordly anthems of the Pole,
Are loud upon the lea.
Your Picture
© Boris Pasternak
It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now,
You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints,
You who wring your hands yet are unwilling to go,
You whose guests stay for hours sharing sadness and joys.
The Book
© Henry Vaughan
Eternal God! Maker of all
That have lived here since the man's fall:
The Rock of Ages! in whose shade
They live unseen, when here they fade;
Of Public Spirit In Regard To Public Works: An Epistle, To His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wa
© Richard Savage
Great Hope of Britain!-Here the Muse essays
A theme, which, to attempt alone, is praise.
Be Her's a zeal of Public Spirit known!
A princely zeal!-a spirit all your own!
