Love Poems – Page 3110
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The Funeral (Dickinson)
That short, potential stir / That each can make but once, / That bustle so illustrious … -
The Funeral (Donne)
WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm, / Nor question much, / That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; … -
The Funeral of Time
Lo! through a shadowy valley / March with measured step and tread / A long array of Phantoms wan … -
The Funeral Rites of the Rose
The Rose was sick and smiling died; / And, being to be sanctified, / About the bed there sighing stood … -
The Future — never spoke —
The Future — never spoke — / Nor will He — like the Dumb — / Reveal by sign — a syllable … -
The Future Life
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps / The disembodied spirits of the dead, / When all of thee that time could wither sleeps … -
The Gambols of Children
Down the dimpled greensward dancing, / Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy,— / Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing, … -
The Garden
I / you are clear, / O rose, cut in rock. … -
The Garden of Love
I laid me down upon a bank, / Where Love lay sleeping; / I heard among the rushes dank … -
The Garden of Proserpine
Here, where the world is quiet, / Here, where all trouble seems / Dead winds' and spent waves' riot …
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