Funeral Poems
Funeral
Friedrich Von Schiller - A Funeral Fantasie
Pale, at its ghastly noon,Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon;The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs;The clouds.- Funeral poems.
Phillis Wheatley - A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C.E.
Through airy roads he wings his instant flightTo purer regions of celestial light;Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,Beneath.- Funeral poems.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY
The day is ending,The night is descending;The marsh is frozen,The river dead.Through clouds like ashesThe red sun flashesOn village.- Funeral poems.
Robert Louis Stevenson - Away With Funeral Music
AWAY with funeral music - setThe pipe to powerful lips -The cup of life's for him that drinksAnd not for him that sips.- Funeral poems.
Henry Lawson - Ben Duggan
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man; Jack Denver's wife.- Funeral poems.
Seamus Heaney - Casualty
IHe would drink by himselfAnd raise a weathered thumbTowards the high shelf,Calling another rumAnd blackcurrant, withoutHaving to raise.- Funeral poems.
Allen Ginsberg - Death & Fame
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey,.- Funeral poems.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Evangeline: A Tale Of Acadie
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,Stand.- Funeral poems.
T S Eliot - Four Quartets 2: East Coker
IIn my beginning is my end. In successionHouses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their.- Funeral poems.
Rg Gregory - From Crossing The Line
(1) a great manthere was a great manso great he couldn't be criticised in the lightwho diedand for a whole week people turned up their.- Funeral poems.
Rupert Brooke - Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody
The day that YOUTH had died,There came to his grave-side,In decent mourning, from the country's ends,Those scatter'd friendsWho had.- Funeral poems.
Emily Dickinson - I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain,
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading -- treading -- till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through --And.- Funeral poems.
Langston Hughes - Night Funeral In Harlem
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars?Insurance man, he did not pay--His insurance lapsed the.- Funeral poems.
Robert Southey - Ode Written On The First Of January
Come melancholy Moralizer--come!Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath;With me engarland nowThe SEPULCHRE OF TIME!Come Moralizer.- Funeral poems.
William Lisle Bowles - On The Funeral Of Charles The First
The castle clock had tolled midnight:With mattock and with spade,And silent, by the torches' light,His corse in earth we laid.The coffin.- Funeral poems.
Robert Pinsky - Poem With Refrains
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fogUncurling over the tainted city river,A young girl rowing and her anxious fatherScavenging.- Funeral poems.
Thomas Hardy - She At His Funeral
THEY bear him to his resting-place--In slow procession sweeping by;I follow at a stranger's space;His kindred they, his sweetheart.- Funeral poems.
Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Book Of Annandale
IPartly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends— A word or two, brusque, but yet smoothed.- Funeral poems.
Amy Lowell - The Cross Roads
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signedwith a woman's name. A wind that goes howling round the house,and.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Death Of Lord And Lady Dalhousie
Alas! Lord and Lady Dalhousie are dead, and buried at last,Which causes many people to feel a little downcast;And both lie side by.- Funeral poems.
John Donne - The Funeral
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harmNor question muchThat subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm;The mystery, the sign, you must.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Funeral Of The German Emperor
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead.Who oft great armies to battle hath led;He was a man beloved by his subjects.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Funeral Of The Late Ex Provost Rough, Dundee
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November,Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough will long remember,Because 'twas.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Funeral Of The Late Prince Henry Of Battenberg
Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead!And, I hope, has gone to heaven, its streets to tread,And to sing with God's saints above,Where.- Funeral poems.
Rupert Brooke - The Funeral Of Youth: Threnody
The Day that Youth had died,There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country’s ends, Those scatter’d friends.- Funeral poems.
Pale, at its ghastly noon,Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon;The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs;The clouds.- Funeral poems.
Phillis Wheatley - A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C.E.
Through airy roads he wings his instant flightTo purer regions of celestial light;Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,Beneath.- Funeral poems.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY
The day is ending,The night is descending;The marsh is frozen,The river dead.Through clouds like ashesThe red sun flashesOn village.- Funeral poems.
Robert Louis Stevenson - Away With Funeral Music
AWAY with funeral music - setThe pipe to powerful lips -The cup of life's for him that drinksAnd not for him that sips.- Funeral poems.
Henry Lawson - Ben Duggan
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man; Jack Denver's wife.- Funeral poems.
Seamus Heaney - Casualty
IHe would drink by himselfAnd raise a weathered thumbTowards the high shelf,Calling another rumAnd blackcurrant, withoutHaving to raise.- Funeral poems.
Allen Ginsberg - Death & Fame
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey,.- Funeral poems.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Evangeline: A Tale Of Acadie
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,Stand.- Funeral poems.
T S Eliot - Four Quartets 2: East Coker
IIn my beginning is my end. In successionHouses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their.- Funeral poems.
Rg Gregory - From Crossing The Line
(1) a great manthere was a great manso great he couldn't be criticised in the lightwho diedand for a whole week people turned up their.- Funeral poems.
Rupert Brooke - Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody
The day that YOUTH had died,There came to his grave-side,In decent mourning, from the country's ends,Those scatter'd friendsWho had.- Funeral poems.
Emily Dickinson - I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain,
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading -- treading -- till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through --And.- Funeral poems.
Langston Hughes - Night Funeral In Harlem
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars?Insurance man, he did not pay--His insurance lapsed the.- Funeral poems.
Robert Southey - Ode Written On The First Of January
Come melancholy Moralizer--come!Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath;With me engarland nowThe SEPULCHRE OF TIME!Come Moralizer.- Funeral poems.
William Lisle Bowles - On The Funeral Of Charles The First
The castle clock had tolled midnight:With mattock and with spade,And silent, by the torches' light,His corse in earth we laid.The coffin.- Funeral poems.
Robert Pinsky - Poem With Refrains
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fogUncurling over the tainted city river,A young girl rowing and her anxious fatherScavenging.- Funeral poems.
Thomas Hardy - She At His Funeral
THEY bear him to his resting-place--In slow procession sweeping by;I follow at a stranger's space;His kindred they, his sweetheart.- Funeral poems.
Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Book Of Annandale
IPartly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends— A word or two, brusque, but yet smoothed.- Funeral poems.
Amy Lowell - The Cross Roads
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signedwith a woman's name. A wind that goes howling round the house,and.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Death Of Lord And Lady Dalhousie
Alas! Lord and Lady Dalhousie are dead, and buried at last,Which causes many people to feel a little downcast;And both lie side by.- Funeral poems.
John Donne - The Funeral
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harmNor question muchThat subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm;The mystery, the sign, you must.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Funeral Of The German Emperor
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead.Who oft great armies to battle hath led;He was a man beloved by his subjects.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Funeral Of The Late Ex Provost Rough, Dundee
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November,Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough will long remember,Because 'twas.- Funeral poems.
William Topaz Mcgonagall - The Funeral Of The Late Prince Henry Of Battenberg
Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead!And, I hope, has gone to heaven, its streets to tread,And to sing with God's saints above,Where.- Funeral poems.
Rupert Brooke - The Funeral Of Youth: Threnody
The Day that Youth had died,There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country’s ends, Those scatter’d friends.- Funeral poems.
