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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 Poet: James Whitcomb Riley	Sleep and His Brother Death Just ere the darkness is withdrawn, In seasons of cold or heat, Close to the boundary line of Dawn These mystical brothers meet.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
Love and Death Alas! that men must see Love, before Death! Else they content might be With their short breath; Aye, glad, when the pale sun Showed restless Day was done, And endless Rest begun. Glad, when with strong, cool hand Death... Poet: Margaret Deland	Death and Night The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze; The sunlight sleeps along the distant hills; Faint is the music of the murmuring rills, And faint the drowsy piping of the bees. The languid leaves scarce stir upon the trees, And scarce is heard the clangor of... Poet: James Benjamin Kenyon