Death poems
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Resurrection of Arp
© Arthur James Marshall Smith
On the third day rose Arpout of the black sleeve of the tomb;he could see like a cat in the dark,but the light left him dumb.
If I Should Die To-night
© Arabella Eugenia Smith
If I should die to-night,My friends would look upon my quiet faceBefore they laid it in its resting-place,And deem that death had left it almost fair;And, laying snow-white flowers against my hair,Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness,And fold my hands with lingering caress, --Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night!
If I should die to-night,My friends would call to mind with loving thoughtSome kindly deed the icy hands had wrought,Some gentle word the frozen lips had said,Errands on which the willing feet had sped;The memory of my selfishness and pride,My hasty words would all be put aside,And so I should be loved and mourned to-night
The Wish of the Weary Woman
© Sigourney Lydia Huntley
A form there was, still spared by timeTill the slow century fill'd its prime;Stretch'd on its bed, with half-closed eyeIt mark'd uncertain shades flit by;Nor scarce the varied world of soundTo the seal'd ear admittance found;While the worn brow, in wrinkles dark,Seem'd like the gnarl'd oak's roughen'd bark
Death of an Infant
© Sigourney Lydia Huntley
Death found strange beauty on that polish'd brow,And dash'd it out
Astrophel and Stella: Fift Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
While fauour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,Thought waited on delight, and speech did follow thought:Then grew my tongue and pen records vnto thy glorie:I thought all words were lost, that were not spent of thee:I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,And all eares worse then deafe, that heard not out thy storie
Astrophel and Stella: Eight Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
In a groue most rich of shade,Where birds wanton musicke made,May then yong his pide weedes showing,New perfumed with flowers fresh growing, Astrophel with Stella sweete,Did for mutuall comfort meet,Both within themselues oppressed,But each in the other blessed
Astrophel and Stella: 94
© Sir Philip Sidney
Griefe finde the words, for thou hast made my braineSo darke with misty vapours, which ariseFrom out thy heauy mould, that inbent eyesCan scarce discerne the shape of mine owne paine
Astrophel and Stella: 82
© Sir Philip Sidney
Nymph of the gard'n, where all beauties be:Beauties which do in excellencie passe,His who till death lookt in a watrie glasse,Or hers whom naked the Trojan boy did see
Astrophel and Stella: 79
© Sir Philip Sidney
Sweet kisse, thy sweets I faine would sweetly endite,Which euen of sweetnesse sweetest sweetner art:Pleasingst consort, where each sense holds a part,Which coupling Doues guides Venus chariot right
Astrophel and Stella: 77
© Sir Philip Sidney
Those lookes, whose beames be joy, whose motion is delight,That face, whose lecture shewes what perfect beautie is:That presence, which doth giue darke hearts a liuing light:That grace, which Venus weepes that she her selfe doth misse:That hand, which without touch holds more then Atlas might;Those lips, which makes deaths pay a meane price for a kisse:That skin, whose passe-praise hue scornes this poore terme of white:Those words, which do sublime the quintessence of blisse:That voyce, which makes the soule plant himselfe in the eares:That conuersation sweet, where such high comforts be,As constered in true speech, the name of heau'n it beares,Makes me in my best thoughts and quietst judgement see,That in no more but these I might be fully blest:Yet ah, my Mayd'n Muse doth blush to tell the best
The LORD Is My Shepherd
© The Bible
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Astrophel and Stella: 50
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, the fulnesse of my thoughts of theeCannot be staid within my panting brest,But they do swell and struggle forth of me,Till that in words thy figure be exprest
Song of Solomon
© The Bible
22:001:004 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into
his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will
remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
Astrophel and Stella: 48
© Sir Philip Sidney
Soules joy, bend not those morning starres from me,Where Vertue is made strong by Beauties might,Where Loue is chastnesse, Paine doth learne delight,And Humblenesse growes one with Majestie
Astrophel and Stella: 42
© Sir Philip Sidney
O eyes, which do the Spheares of beautie mooue,Whose beames be joyes, whose joyes all vertues be,Who while they make Loue conquer, conquer Loue,The schooles where Venus hath learn'd Chastitie
Hope And Confidence In God
© The Bible
“Blessed be Jehovah, who daily carries the load for us,
The true God of our salvation.
Selah.
The true God is for us a God of saving acts;
And to Jehovah the Sovereign Lord belong the ways out from death.”—Ps. 68:19, 20.
Astrophel and Stella: 20
© Sir Philip Sidney
Flie, fly, my friends, I haue my death wound; fly,See there that boy, that murthering boy I say,Who like a thiefe, hid in the dark bush doth ly,Till bloudie bullet get him wrongfull pray
Astrophel and Stella: 7
© Sir Philip Sidney
When Nature made her chiefe worke, Stellas eyes,In colour blacke, why wrapt she beames so bright?Would she in beamie black, like painter wise,Frame daintiest lustre, mixt of shades and light?Or did she else that sober hue deuise,In object best to knit and strength our sight,Least if no vaile these braue gleames did disguise,They sun-like should more dazle then delight?Or would she her miraculous power show,That whereas blacke seemes Beauties contrary,She euen in blacke doth make all beauties flow?Both so and thus, she minding Loue should bePlaced euer there, gaue him this mourning weed,To honour all their deaths, who for her bleed
Astrophel and Stella: 6
© Sir Philip Sidney
Some Louers speake when they their Muses entertaine,Of hopes begot by feare, of wot not what desires:Of force of heau'nly beames, infusing hellish paine:Of liuing deaths, deare wounds, faire stormes and freshing fires
