Death poems
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Little Wrangles
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lord, we've had our little wrangles, an' we've had our little bouts;
There's many a time, I reckon, that we have been on the outs;
My tongue's a trifle hasty an' my temper's apt to fly,
An' Mother, let me tell you, has a sting in her reply,
But I couldn't live without her, an' it's plain as plain can be
That in fair or sunny weather Mother needs a man like me.
Elegy XXII. Written in the Year ----, When the Rights of Sepulture Were So Frequently Violated
© William Shenstone
Say, gentle Sleep! that lov'st the gloom of night,
Parent of dreams! thou great Magician! say,
Whence my late vision thus endures the light,
Thus haunts my fancy through the glare of day?
Almost Over
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
YOU say I should not think upon her now:
But then I have stood beside her listening,
The Antagonists
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``I am the will of the Fire
That bursts into boundless fury;
I am my own implacable desire.
Gotham - Book II
© Charles Churchill
How much mistaken are the men who think
That all who will, without restraint may drink,
Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words
© Sir Philip Sidney
Grief find the words, for thou hast made my brain
So dark with misty vapors, which arise
From out thy heavy mold, that inbent eyes
Can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain.
The Seekers Of Lice
© Arthur Rimbaud
When the child's forehead, full of red torments,
Implores the white swarm of indistinct dreams,
Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Deep lies the snow, and neither the sun nor the rain can dissolve
it;
Boreas hardens it still, makes it forever remain.
The Western Stars
© Henry Lawson
On my blankets I was lyin
Too tired to lift my head,
An the long hot day was dyin
An I wished that I was dead.
The Sovereign Poet
© William Watson
HE sits above the clang and dust of Time,
With the world's secret trembling on his lip.
He asks not converse or companionship
In the cold starlight where thou canst not climb.
Samuel
© Edgar Lee Masters
Hear then of brawn-armed Samuel,
Fair-haired and heavy-jaw;
For he feared not the gates of hell,
Spiked 'round with heaven's law.
To A Departed Spirit
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
From the bright stars, or from the viewless air,
Or from some world unreached by human thought,
Spirit, sweet spirit! if thy home be there,
And if thy visions with the past be fraught,
Answer me, answer me!
For A Picture
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
That nose is out of drawing. With a gasp,
She pants upon the passionate lips that ache
With the red drain of her own mouth, and make
A monochord of colour. Like an asp,
The Locust
© Madison Julius Cawein
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,
Makest meridian music, long and loud,
A Spirit's Return
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou knewest me not in life's fresh vernal morn -
I would thou hadst! - for then my heart on thine
Had poured a worthier love; now, all o'erworn
By its deep thirst for something too divine,
It hath but fitful music to bestow,
Echoes of harp-strings broken long ago.
Queen Mab: Part II.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
If solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the wild ocean's echoing shore,
The Driftwood Gatherers
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Along the deep shelve of the abandoned shore
Bowed, with slow pace and careful eyes that keep
The track they travel, move an aged pair.
The full voice of the Atlantic holds the air
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IV - Dyuta - (The Fatal Dice)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The madness increased, and Yudhishthir staked his brothers, and then
himself, and then the fair Draupadi, and lost! And thus the Emperor
of Indra-prastha and his family were deprived of every possession
on earth, and became the bond-slaves of Duryodhan. The old king
Dhrita-rashtra released them from actual slavery, but the five
brothers retired to forests as homeless exiles.
