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The Death of Leonidas It was the wild midnight,— A storm was on the sky; The lightning gave its light, And the thunder echoed by. The torrent swept the glen, The ocean lashed the shore; Then rose the Spartan men, To make their bed in gore! ... Poet: George Croly	The Trooper’s Death From the German by Rossiter W. Raymond THE WEARY night is o’er at last! We ride so still, we ride so fast! We ride where Death is lying. The morning wind doth coldly pass, Landlord! we ’ll take another glass, Ere dying. Thou,... Poet: Georg Herwegh	The General’s Death The General dashed along the road Amid the pelting rain; How joyously his bold face glowed To hear our cheers’ refrain! His blue blouse flapped in wind and wet, His boots were splashed with mire, But round his lips a smile was set,... Poet: Joseph O’Connor	Wounded to Death STEADY, boys, steady! Keep your arms ready, God only knows whom we may meet here. Don’t let me be taken; I ’d rather awaken, To-morrow, in—no matter where, Than lie in that foul prison-hole—over there.... Poet: John Whitaker Watson
Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran— Whene’er he went to pray... Poet: Oliver Goldsmith	Because I could not stop for Death — Because I could not stop for Death— He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Ourselves— And Immortality. We slowly drove—He knew no haste, And I had put away My labor and my leisure too,... Poet:	Bereavement in their death to feel Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen — A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs — between — For Stranger — Strangers do not mourn — There be Immortal friends Whom Death... Poet:	Charley's Death The wind got up moaning, and blew to a breeze; I sat with my face closely pressed on the pane; In a minute or two it began to rain, And put out the sunset-fire in the trees. In the clouds' black faces broke out... Poet:
Death and Life Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on, The... Poet:	Death is the supple Suitor Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last — It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes And dim approach But brave at last with Bugles And a bisected Coach It... Poet: