'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so -- 'Tis Living -- hurts us more -- But Dying -- is a different way -- A Kind behind the Door. continue reading
A Cross In Flanders (by: G. Rostrevor Hamilton) In the face of death, they say, he joked—he had no fear; His comrades, when they laid him in a Flanders grave, Wrote on a rough-hewn cross—a Calvary stood near— “Without a fear he gave continue reading
A Gravestone (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, continue reading
A Last Word (by: Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)) Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; continue reading
A Thought On Death (by: Anna Lætitia Barbauld (1743-1825)) When life as opening buds is sweet, And golden hopes the fancy greet, And Youth prepares his joys to meet,-- Alas! how hard it is to die! continue reading
Aeolian Harp (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love? What dies in me continue reading
Ah,Are You Digging On My Grave (by: Thomas Hardy) "Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one? -- planting rue?" -- "No: yesterday he went to wed One of the brightest wealth has bred. continue reading
Anxiety (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, The crisping steam of a train Melts in the air, while two black birds Sweep past the window again. continue reading
