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• Lament of the Irish Emigrant

  I ’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary,
  Where we sat side by side
  On a bright May mornin’ long ago, …

  Helen Selina, Lady Dufferin

• Grief

  From “Hamlet,” Act I. Sc. 2.
  QUEEN.—Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off,
  And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. …

  William Shakespeare

• Après

  Down, down, Ellen, my little one,
  Climbing so tenderly up to my knee;
  Why should you add to the thoughts that are taunting me, …

  Arthur Joseph Munby

• Awakening

  Down to the borders of the silent land
  He goes with halting feet;
  He dares not trust; he cannot understand …

  Washington Gladden

• The Land o’ the Leal

  I ’m wearing awa’, Jean,
  Like snaw when it ’s thaw, Jean;
  I ’m wearing awa’, …

  Carolina, Lady Nairne

• Habeas Corpus

  My body, eh? Friend Death, how now?
  Why all this tedious pomp of writ?
  Thou hast reclaimed it sure and slow …

  Helen Hunt Jackson

• “I would not live alway”

  I Would not live alway—live alway below!
  Oh no, I ’ll not linger when bidden to go:
  The days of our pilgrimage granted us here …

  William Augustus Muhlenberg

• Love and Death

  Alas! that men must see
  Love, before Death!
  Else they content might be …

  Margaret Deland

• To Death

  Anonymous Translation from the German
  METHINKS it were no pain to die
  On such an eve, when such a sky …

  Anonymous

• Rest

  I Lay me down to sleep,
  With little care
  Whether my waking find …

  Mary Woolsey Howland

• Life

  “Animula, vagula, blandula.”
  LIFE! I know not what thou art,
  But know that thou and I must part; …

  Anna Letitia Barbauld

• De Profundis

  The Face which, duly as the sun,
  Rose up for me with life begun,
  To mark all bright hours of the day …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Tears

  Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
  More grief than ye can weep for. That is well—
  That is light grieving! lighter, none befell, …

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Resignation

  There is no flock, however watched and tended,
  But one dead lamb is there!
  There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Peace

  There is the peace that cometh after sorrow,
  Of hope surrendered, not of hope fulfilled;
  A peace that looketh not upon to-morrow, …

  Anonymous

• The Conqueror’s Grave

  Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies,
  And yet the monument proclaims it not,
  Nor round the sleeper’s name hath chisel wrought …

  William Cullen Bryant

• “It is not death to die”

  It is not death to die,
  To leave this weary road,
  And, midst the brotherhood on high, …

  George Washington Bethune

• Good-bye

  Good-bye, proud world, I’m going home:
  Thou art not my friend, and I’m not thine.
  Long through thy weary crowds I roam; …

  Ralph Waldo Emerson

• “O little town of Bethlehem”

  O Little town of Bethlehem,
  How still we see thee lie!
  Above thy deep and dreamless sleep …

  Phillips Brooks

• The Angels’ Song

  It came upon the midnight clear,
  That glorious song of old,
  From angels bending near the earth …

  Edmund Hamilton Sears

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