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The Term of Death

Between the falling leaf and rose-bud’s breath;
  The bird’s forsaken nest and her new song
(And this is all the time there is for Death);
  The worm and butterfly—it is not long!
Poet: Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
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,...

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The Death of Grant

Father! whose hard and cruel law
    Is part of thy compassion’s plan,
    Thy works presumptuously we scan
For what the prophets say they saw.

Unbidden still, the awful slope
    Walling us in, we climb to gain
    Assurance of the shining plain...

Poet: Ambrose Bierce
The Death of Azron

He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench,
And, kneeling on one knee before one more
Pale page of uncarved marble, murmured fast,
“Here will I ask it! here in marble! here
Will I carve well the restless, patient sphinx,
With eyes that burn, though...

Poet: Alice Wellington Rollins
Come Love or Death

O lifted face of mute appeal!
  Poor tongueless pantomime of prayer!
O sullen sea, whose deeps conceal
  The children of despair!
O heart that will not look above!
  Poor staggering feet that seek the wave!
I would come quick, if I were Love,...

Poet: Will Henry Thompson
A Dream of Death

I died; they wrapped me in a shroud,
With hollow mourning, far too loud,
And sighs that were but empty sound,
And laid me low within the ground.
I felt her tears through all the rest;
Past sheet and shroud they reached my breast;
They warmed to...

Poet: Lucy White Jennison
Such Is the Death the Soldier Dies

  such is the death the soldier dies:
He falls,—the column speeds away;
  Upon the dabbled grass he lies,
His brave heart following, still, the fray.

  The smoke-wraiths drift among the trees,
The battle storms along the hill;
  The glint of...

Poet: Robert Burns Wilson
After Death

When i forth fare beyond this narrow earth,
With all its metes and bounds of now and here,
And brooding clouds of ignorance and fear
That overhung me on my day of birth,
Wherethrough the jocund sun’s perennial mirth
Has shone more inly bright each coming...

Poet: Charles Francis Richardson
On the Death of Little Mahala Ashcraft

“little haly! Little Haly!” cheeps the robin in the tree;
“Little Haly!” sighs the clover, “Little Haly!” moans the bee;
“Little Haly! Little Haly!” calls the kill-deer at twilight;
And the katydids and crickets hollers “Haly!” all the night.

The sunflowers and...

Poet: James Whitcomb Riley
Sleep and His Brother Death

Just ere the darkness is withdrawn,
  In seasons of cold or heat,
Close to the boundary line of Dawn
  These mystical brothers meet.

They clasp their weird and shadowy hands,
  As they listen each to each,
But never a mortal understands...

Poet: William Hamilton Hayne