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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHEN I AM DEAD, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Toll not the bell of death for me Last Line: "untold, unsaid" Subject(s): Death; "dead, The; | |||
TOLL not the bell of death for me When I am dead; Strew not the flowery wreath o'er me, On my cold bed. Let friendship's sacred tear On my fresh grave appear, Gemming with pearls my bier— When I am dead. No dazzling, proud array Of pageantry display, My fate to spread; Let not the busy crowd be near, When I am dead, Fanning with unfelt sighs my bier, Sighs quickly sped. Deep let the impression rest On some fond female breast; Then were my memory blest, When I am dead. Let not the day be writ; Love will remember it Untold, unsaid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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