Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEATH, by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS First Line: Death! Is it thou whom bravest souls do fear Last Line: Reviving, creeping to calamity. Subject(s): Creation; Death; Holidays; Memorial Day; Rest; Tragedy; Dead, The; Declaration Day | ||||||||
Death! is it thou whom bravest souls do fear With direst awe? Art thou that storm on Time's Foam-fretted shore that launches spirits to Eternity? Art thou that tempest in The sea of Life blowing forthwith a wind In thunderbolts that shakes again Creation back To its original atoms? Deathto cease To be; life's wits end in consternation O'er not being what we've been before; Where all that's past is lost and being past Was lost the instant we did live. Death A moment's work disguised through years of fear The folly of it! losing blood by drops From passioning veins but lowlier clay withal. This fearing death disquiets all the rests Of life in these our fleshly prisons, Reviving, creeping to calamity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by JOSEPHINE MILES MEMORIAL DAY FOR THE WAR DEAD by YEHUDA AMICHAI MEMORIAL DAY by MICHAEL ANANIA AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE A PROPOSAL by CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS |
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