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Crow and the Sea

© Ted Hughes

He tried ignoring the sea

But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life.

At Lulworth Cove A Century Back

© Thomas Hardy

Had I but lived a hundred years ago
I might have gone, as I have gone this year,
By Warmwell Cross on to a Cove I know,
And Time have placed his finger on me there:

Death and Fame

© Allen Ginsberg

When I die

I don't care what happens to my body

Care-charming Sleep

© John Gould Fletcher

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,

Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose

Bridal Song

© John Gould Fletcher

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true;

With Life's Tomorrow Time You Grasp

© Mihai Eminescu

With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.

Two candles, tall sentry, beside an earth mound,
A dream with wings broken that trail to the ground,
Loud flung from the belfry calamitous chime...
'Tis thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries of time.

Evening Star

© Mihai Eminescu

There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.

Idea XX: An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still

© Michael Drayton

An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still,

Wherewith, alas, I have been long possess'd,

Death

© John Donne

DEATH be not proud though some have call¨¨d thee

Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so:

Dickinson Poems by Number

© Emily Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

An A.b.c

© Geoffrey Chaucer

AN A.B.C.
Here begins the song according to the order of the
letters of the alphabet

Low Tide on Grand Pré

© Bliss William Carman

A grievous stream, that to and fro
Athrough the fields of Acadie
Goes wandering, as if to know
Why one beloved face should be
So long from home and Acadie.