Death, Be Not Proud By John Donne

Death, Be Not Proud By John Donne Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And […]

One Sea-Side Grave By Christina Rossetti

One Sea-Side Grave By Christina Rossetti Unmindful of the roses, Unmindful of the thorn, A reaper tired reposes Among his gathered corn: So might I, till the morn! Cold as the cold Decembers, Past as the days that set, While only one remembers And all the rest forget, – But one remembers yet Copyright © […]

An Epitaph By A.E Housman

An Epitaph By A.E Housman Stay, if you list, O passer by the way; Yet night approaches; better not to stay. I never sigh, nor flush, nor knit the brow, Nor grieve to think how ill God made me, now. Here, with one balm for many fevers found, Whole of an ancient evil, I sleep […]

Death By W.B Yeats

Death By W.B Yeats Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again. A great man in his pride Confronting murderous men Casts derision upon Supersession of breath; He knows death to the bone — Man has created death. […]

The Bustle In A House By Emily Dickinson

The Bustle In A House By Emily Dickinson The Bustle in a House The Morning after Death Is solemnest of industries Enacted opon Earth – The Sweeping up the Heart And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity – Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

Moon-Shadows By Adelaide Crapsey

Moon-Shadows By Adelaide Crapsey Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead. Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

In Memoriam [Easter 1915] By Edward Thomas

In Memoriam [Easter 1915] By Edward Thomas The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again. Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

Going By Philip Larkin

Going By Philip Larkin There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken it seems at a distance, yet When it is drawn up over the knees and breast It brings no comfort. Where has the tree gone, that locked Earth to the sky? What is […]

On Death By Kahlil Gibran

On Death By Kahlil Gibran Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death. And he said: You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of […]