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• I Hold Still

  Anonymous translation from the German
  PAIN’S furnace heat within me quivers,
  God’s breath upon the flame doth blow, …

  Julius Sturm

• The Good, Great Man

  How seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits
  Honor or wealth with all his worth and pains!
  It sounds like stories from the land of spirits. …

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

• “When my ship comes in”

  Somewhere, out on the blue seas sailing,
  Where the winds dance and spin;
  Beyond the reach of my eager hailing, …

  Robert Jones Burdette

• Never Despair

  NEVER 1 despair! Let the feeble in spirit
  Bow like the willow that stoops to the blast.
  Droop not in peril! ’T is manhood’s true merit …

  William Smith O’Brien

• The Saddest Fate

  TO touch a broken lute,
  To strike a jangled string,
  To strive with tones forever mute …

  Anonymous

• The Song of the Savoyards

  Far poured past Broadway’s lamps alight,
  The tumult of her motley throng,
  When high and clear upon the night …

  Henry Ames Blood

• Soliloquy on Death

  From “Hamlet,” Act III. Sc. 1.
  HAMLET.—To be, or not to be,—that is the question:—
  Whether ’t is nobler in the mind to suffer …

  William Shakespeare

• Sic Vita

  LIKE 1 to the falling of a star,
  Or as the flights of eagles are,
  Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue, …

  Henry King, Bishop of Chichester

• Virtue Immortal

  Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
  The bridall of the earth and skie;
  The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; …

  George Herbert

• Man’s Mortality

  LIKE as the damask rose you see,
  Or like the blossom on the tree,
  Or like the dainty flower in May, …

  Simon Wastell

• Mortality

  O Why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
  Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
  A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, …

  William Knox

• The Hour of Death

  LEAVES have their time to fall,
  And flowers to wither at the north-wind’s breath,
  And stars to set—but all, …

  Felicia Hemans

• A Picture of Death

  From “The Giaour”
  HE who hath bent him o’er the dead
  Ere the first day of death is fled, …

  Lord Byron

• A Morning Thought

  What if some morning, when the stars were paling,
  And the dawn whitened, and the east was clear,
  Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence …

  Edward Rowland Sill

• Now and Afterwards

  “Two hands upon the breast, and labor is past.”
  —RUSSIAN PROVERB.
  “TWO hands upon the breast, …

  Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

• The Grave of Sophocles

  From the Greek by William M. Hardinge
  TENDERLY, ivy, on Sophocles’ grave—right tenderly—twine
  Garlanding over the mound network of delicate green. …

  Simmias of Rhodes

• Inscription on Melrose Abbey

  The Earth goes on the earth glittering in gold,
  The earth goes to the earth sooner than it wold;
  The earth builds on the earth castles and towers, …

  Anonymous

• God’s Acre

  I Like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls
  The burial-ground God’s-Acre! It is just;
  It consecrates each grave within its walls, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Sleepy Hollow

  No abbey’s gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops,
  No winding torches paint the midnight air;
  Here the green pines delight, the aspen droops …

  William Ellery Channing

• Greenwood Cemetery

  How calm they sleep beneath the shade
  Who once were weary of the strife,
  And bent, like us, beneath the load …

  Crammond Kennedy

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