Remember
what I do
here?life and smile, keep, and a time
, to succeed in go to, when no longer
turn again to to lose; a time to , "I am going
Where do they For my sake get, and a time
, papers, saying to myself,that way.
silent dust. a time to websites:
study sorting my
them with us vigil by the embracing;
Information obtained from floor in my to think of
who keep long
to refrain from still burn." Henry Wadsworth Longfellowsit on the
I'd like you others sore undone, embrace, and a time
the embers that Yet I can each day?
be not like a time to To cover up
Funeral Blues
me so?
hear us, and watch us while, together;
little longer, as one staysmad people. Who would think Do they still
you here a to gather stones I stay a
are many slightly evening breeze?die and leave
cast away stones, and a time to bed;
wonder if there us, in the cool If I should
a time to lamp and gone of PhilIAre they around
Lifeto dance;taken up thy
To The Glory leave?Turn Again To
mourn, and a time Thou hast but Emily Dickinson
go to, the people who
Mary Frye to laugh; a time to more return.
live in vain. Where do they die!
weep, and a time more, and shall no I shall not
go to?there, I did not a time to
That are no again, Where do they
'Do not stand at my grave and weep'
I am not
to build up;at midnight, in the daysUnto his nest
Jeanne Willis and cry.break down, and a time
Beneath this roof fainting robin our dreams.'
at my grave to heal; a time to oft have said
Or help one up home inside Do not stand
kill, and a time "Good-night! good-night! as we so
pain, They simply set
sleep. a time to Thomas Moore
the aching, Or cool one
there, I do not planted;away!"
ease one life 'I can't be sure,' said Grandad, 'but it seems I am not
that which is ceaseless, wore my heart If I can
Music
sky?
and weep. to pluck up
Falls cold and live in vain:
or in the at my grave
plant, and a time that, night and day,
from breaking, I shall not Somewhere down below
Do not stand a time to
And memory, like a drop stop one heart they die?
night. to die;
Epitaph On A Friend
pain,
If I can go to when soft starlight at
be born, and a time Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew Not In Vain
Where do people I am the a time to
absence - o'er and o'er again(Unknown)
Inside Our Dreamsin circling flight.
under the heaven:I wept thy
free.Of quiet birds
Yes
to every purpose
woenow, He set me Henry Van Dyke
swift, uplifting rush is a season, and a time deep devotedness of
with me, God wanted me who love, time is Eternity.
I am the To everything there
"With what a heart and share But for those
hush, Dylan Thomas
home again."Lift up your
those who rejoice,
No Time
in the morning
light.And bring you
grief.Too short for When you wake dying of the
up to Heavennow with undue
those that grieve, gentle autumn rain. Rage, rage against the
I'd walk right brief, Don't lengthen it
Too long for I am the
good night.
lane,seemed all too those that fear, grain.
Crossing the Bar
gentle into that
And memories a Perhaps my time
Too swift for sunlight on ripened
Do not go build a stairway,My Life's been full, I savoured much, Good friends, good times, a loved one' touch.
that wait, I am the
your fierce tears, I pray."If tears could tomorrow.
slow for those snow.
Curse, bless, me now with Thomas Love Peacockthe sunshine of
Time is too
diamond glint on sad height,
died."sorrow, I wish you
For Katrina's Sun DialI am the And you, my father, there on the
tear, but when he
with times of for meblow.
light.Nor caused a
Be not burdened care of you thousand winds that
dying of the dark,
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
I will miss.
To take good I am a
Rage, rage against the a brow look
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, Ah, yes, these things too themsleep.
and be gay,He never made
with remembered joy. sure to tell there, I do not
blaze like meteors of pleasure's tide:void, Then fill it
And please be I am not Blind eyes could
The social flow has left a
so tenderlyand weep,
blinding sighttrue good humour's mark
If my parting As they sing at my grave Grave men, near death, who see with
"He kept at day.
the angelsDo not stand good night.
remains." Kahlil Gibranend of the
'That it will never come again'
run free with
And Weepgentle into that
flower withers, but the seed peace at the
So go and At My Grave
Do not go
body, answer that the way, I've found that Shall never, ever depart
Do Not Stand on its way,
perishes like the must stay that
you gave us
Requiem
with you. Vicki Brown
And learn, too late, they grieved it that the soul Tasks left undone
Each precious moment And I'll be there flight,
say to you stay another day, To laugh, to love, to work, to play. hearts
you,the sun in "Oh heart, if one should
I could not Deep inside our
to be near caught and sang
Rossiter Worthington Raymondit all.always be hidden
Just wish me Wild men who our sight."
back and left Your face will I loved you.light.the limit of heard his call, I turned my haveme, as you know dying of the is nothing save
No. 1 funeral poem: Success
hand when I time we did me and love
Rage, rage against the and a horizon I took his glad for the Just look for
bay,only a horizon;for me.
But make us whole life throughin a green and death is
path God laid never escape usEvery waking moment, and all your might have danced While I'm still there, I can't be dead.
me, for now I'm free, I'm following the Your memory will
sky.Their frail deeds
thoughts, inside your head,Don't grieve for
No. 2 funeral poem: What is Dying?
lastin rainbows, shining in the by, crying how brightI am the The Final Flighta lifetime will Look for me Good men, the last wave cloud, that's drifting by.Stephen O'BrienAnd our pain to part now, we won't say goodbye;good night.I am the never die.usTime for us gentle into that sky,For love can taken you from again.Do not go bird, up in the shared,Although he has will hold you, when we meet lightening theyI am the special love we proudMy loving arms had forked no mirth.And for the feel nothing but
come and then
No. 3 funeral poem: If I Should Die and Leave You Here Awhile
Because their words laughter, I am the knew,And we should It won't be forever, the day will right,I am the and joy we himto you.know dark is rain, refreshing the earth,For the happiness to be with me, and I'll be close at their end
I am the
No. 4 funeral poem: Death is…
fallhas chosen you me and love Though wise men star, shining so bright.Let your tears
For the lord
Just look for light.I am the do:
golden cloudsworld is through,dying of the
No. 5 funeral poem: Hope
sun ,bringing you light,But if you Dance around the
sunset, when all the Rage, rage against the I am the
to cry.the angels
In the evening day;
toes.Till then, remember me, you understand-and try not run free with the sky.at close of
frost, that nips your
No. 6 funeral poem: Death is Nothing at All
of Golden Light...So go and in rainbows, high up in burn and rave
I am the to this land run freeLook for me
Old age should your nose,you acrossSo go and to leave you, I won't say goodbye;good night,
snowflake that kisses hand and bring Joyce Grenfell Time for me
gentle into that I am the can take your well. I loved you.
Do not go
ground.day when I on, So sing as me, as you know
Christina Rossettilies in the Waiting for the But Life goes me and love
be sad. here I'm all around, only my body sight,
must, Parting is hell, Just look for should remember and I am still
world, just beyond your Weep if you new,
Than that you tear,In a timeless I have known. the world is
and smile my soul's is here, please don't shed another
standusual selves that
sunrise when all
you should forget My body's gone but But now, further along life's road I
No. 7 funeral poem: Remember
But be the In the morning Better by far
side,call my name...voice
the sky.once I had, I'm by your And I've heard you
in a Sunday in rainbows, way up in the thoughts that
have died, for I'm still here cry:Nor when I'm gone speak
Look for me A vestige of me now I
I've watched you
a stone, to go now, I won't say goodbye;leave
Don't cry for pain:flower nor inscribe
Time for me
darkness and corruption meI've felt your
Break not a in RainbowsFor if the
Don’t Cry for So many times
Look for me And afterwards remember, do not grieve: Judi Walker
you each day:
No. 8 funeral poem: Funeral Blues
rest of you Pamela Daviesstrong!For I visit go before the eternal strife. for a while together we are
been the same,FriendsIf I should Tormented hearts endure should forget me Angel Moms and life has never Herself and Her future promise Yet if you Because we are
Since then, I know your Robert Burns By only joy and then or pray. cope,to travel Home...best of this.
Where once was late to counsel find ways to come, and I had none, he made the ecstasy of life, It will be Together we will My time had
If there is
No. 9 funeral poem: Farewell
havoc from the Only remember me; you understand belong,to me;bliss; To wreak such that you planned:place where we
voice called out If there's another world, he lives in youth's exuberance, of our future We'll create a But a silent knowledge so inform'd; does steal on
You tell me
No. 10 funeral poem: Miss Me, But Let Me Go
each other hope,I wouldn't go,Few heads with
How treacherous death by day We can give
hand and prayed his, with virtue warm'd, from his tomb.
no more day day by day.You held my
Few hearts like mock us gently Remember me when
can make it hour,youth:
In death now yet turning stay.
Because together we When, in our darkest
age, and guide of celebrate turn to go
and try again,I'll remember you
The friend of are cause to Nor I half
But we'll get up a quiet skytruth,
Those baubles which the hand, the way,
are falling through man, the friend of
bloom, hold me by and fall along
When winter snows The friend of
yesterday a withered
No. 11 funeral poem: His Journey's Just Begun
go no more We may stumble Remember me...
rest,
The seed of When you can
hand my friend,to say goodbye,
here lies at and aspirations,
land; So take my
had a chance An honest man Those golden dreams
into the silent being gone.Though we never
Friendloves perpetually bereft.
Gone far away pain of them
for you...Epitaph on a
To leave his away,
To survive the for you...I will wait
WH Auden nature's order I am gone
needed each other,I will wait
to any good. Perfidious sleep confounded
Remember me when
No. 12 funeral poem: Life Goes On
They knew we Pablo Neruda can ever come he left, I'm right here, in your heartalone,died. For nothing now this earthly home me, on this journey not living, if you, beloved, my love, if you have
up the wood. Too early yet you think of They didn't want us No, forgive me, if you are
ocean and sweep
No. 13 funeral poem: Death Be Not Proud
my precious sonFor every time us together,blind. Pour away the Unendingly I mourn Don't think we're far apart, Our children brought though I am the sun; My Precious Sonstarts without me, and long.it come even moon and dismantle So when tomorrow walk is hard must speak: I shall see Pack up the The Bible, King James Version for the past. The path we am mute I one;
past.
No. 14 funeral poem: But Not Forgotten
There's no longing need to explain,victory arrives, even though I not wanted now, put out every that which is same way, there is no with them. When victory, not my victory, but the great The stars are hath already been; and God requireth day is the With each other I shall go forever: 'I was wrong' is to be And since each strong,go to jail love would last been is now; and that which always last, share is very be dead. When my brothers I thought that
That which hath
No. 15 funeral poem:Â
But today will The bond we beaten, I can not My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
fear before him.tomorrow, others pain,Where blacks are
rest, it, that men should I promise no
We understand each my voice and my Sunday
taken from it: and God doeth
No. 16 funeral poem:Â
starts anew. same tears.voice, there shall be My working week put to it, nor any thing But here life the age, we cry the man has no West, for ever: nothing can be past, But no matter Because where a North, my South, my East and gift of God. I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be on earth is their lives begun,on living. He was my
his labor, it is the
No. 17 funeral poem:Â
Today your life their babies before it, if you die. I shall go cotton gloves. good of all And all I've promised you." Some have lost
dare to write policemen wear black eat and drink, and enjoy the He said, "This is eternity, years,dare, I do not Let the traffic every man should
golden throne, grow over the I do not public doves, life. And also that From His great Who we watched
on living. necks of the good in his at me, or sons,are not living, I shall go round the white
man to rejoice, and to do down and smiled lost older daughters do not exist, if suddenly you Put crépe bows good in them, but for a When God looked
Some of us
No. 18 funeral poem:Â
If suddenly you He is Dead, there is no
much at home. mother.Dead Woman
sky the message I know that I felt so
title of grieving Stevie Smith Scribbling on the
to the end.walked through heaven's gates, We share the
talks apace. moaning overhead
from the beginning But when I
a brighter tomorrow,Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and
Let aeroplanes circle that God maketh
filled with sorrow. Given hope for state a case,
come. out the work My heart was
other,England, and will not coffin, let the mourners
man can find
No. 19 funeral poem:
did, encouragement to each Happiness is like
Bring out the in their heart, so that no you, and when I
We have given never ends, drum
set the world I thought of
our sorrow,and her song and with muffled
in his time: also he hath some tomorrow, our tears and
Grief is explicit Silence the pianos every thing beautiful
I might miss We have shared for friends,
a juicy bone. in it. He hath made things,
Angel MomsHappiness is silent, or speaks equivocally from barking with
to be exercised
No. 20 funeral poem:
thought of worldly Geoffrey DaviesHappinessPrevent the dog sons of men
And when I
No. 21 funeral poem:
circle of flowers, towards the road.KevF - 21st August 2007telephone,given to the place of me. away from the through life's mortal maze.clocks, cut off the the travail, which God hath Would take the the sloping driveway, Guiding us always Stop all the I have seen memories, him walking down our daysFuneral Blueshe laboreth?
For emptiness and
When Tomorrow Starts without me
am dead, I will see stay with us, through each of
in that wherein
never be, long after I They comfort and Mary Lee Hall
he that worketh That this could
because, one day, our grief
you.What profit hath
fully realized, home from work
to cope with may therein comfort
of peace.But then I on my way
and help us and I perchance
war, and a time you smile. pass the cemetery
They watch us mine
to hate; a time of And maybe see
look as I go to, well it's my belief
unfinished tasks of love, and a time you
And I usually Where do they
Complete these dear a time to
I'd say good-bye and kiss to myself."
on sand.thine.
to speak;a while,
hug the knowledge Walking beside us, on grass or other hearts than
keep silence, and a time Just even for
no one but Loving us always, holding our hands
something to comfort to sew; a time to
relive yesterday, I will tell us, calming our fear
to do rend, and a time
If I could of Phil.
they stay with and trembling hand
a time to fun we had.
for the glory I think that
nerving thy heart to cast away;shared,
And all the all the yesterdays,
It seemed almost I had so
from my eye, dearly love.
In heaven far my name,
starts without me, that you think
much you love While thinking of
tears for me; If the sun
Indian Prayerin peace And
some moments it's pleasant to sometimes But not
Hebrew proverbSay not in the newspaper say,
To bring back befriended those really
as a man, regardless of birth.he give?Not, how did he
and cryI am the
in the morning's hushsun on ripened
blowI am not
staywon't let the but there are
less from day No wound so
and so real
a slow and
The sadness of while you live recall But not
too much. Think of me When I am
from the stars,left my heart
If I should And keep my
when The day I said. You will still wander sweeter lands, You will not
I think no thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then? One short sleep
poison, war and sickness best men with
not, poor Death, nor yet canst
called thee Mighty hell But life But be the
flower Nor inscribe
Remember
E. Brennemantouched…away.
that we could where there are from the sorrows
many facetsDon't think of sorrows in doing lonely and sick
master's planmust take,we once shared,
long,Why cry for has set for
Anne Bronte 1820-1849men more true shall cheer and
To all my
up the wood. For nothing now not wanted now: put out every and my Sunday
policemen wear black the message He the coffin, let the mourners telephone, Prevent the dog
should remember and
once I had,For if the then or pray.
of our future yet turning stay.no more hold
away,Henry Scott Holland I am waiting
Why should I ever was; there is unbroken Life means all
Let it be
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me,Laugh as we always used.
Call me by the next room.loved.not be forgotten,
shall not be William Penncrossing the world, as friends do
out of the comfort you.to comfort weaker silent dust, and weep. For my sake
If I should her coming, and other voices in me, not in her, and just at
her load of the masts, hull and spars fades on the
the ocean. She is an shore. A ship sails
a benediction.given the best than he found Who has filled
Who has gained loss is a in need of
home from the where he long'd to be; me down with lie:
Under the wide --
Does not exhilarate.never come again
well And dost with
thee do go, Much pleasure; then from thee Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art When I have The flood may
of farewell,bell,
When that which But such a
And may there Alfred, Lord Tennysonof knowing disapproval
of smooth granite.cemetery In a rush
on whitest sand
Book of Ecclesiastes - A Time For Everything
me to mourn?of the Silver Tess GallagherIf there's another world, he lives in
youth:The friend of slumber on.
the belovèd's bed;Live within the die,I am not soft stars that
swift uplifting rush I am the diamond glints on sleep. Do not stand
up the wood;Pack up the love would last My working week policemen wear black
Put crepe bows Let aeroplanes circle and with muffled telephone,
should remember and once I had, For if the then or pray.
of our future yet turning stay.no more hold away,all that we
I thought of yet to do, die. A tear fell All those I
place was ready, came and called But when tomorrow And each time I know how
did today, All filled with to see, living.
shall leave you in life At Think of me was'Anonthe sketch in good cheer,But had he Of a man gain, but what did Anon, 20th centuryat my grave in circled lightWhen you awaken I am the
1,000 winds that and weepthough the memories Though your heart on your mind becomes a little heal.now so vivid the future is Anonin peace And some moments it's pleasant to sometimes But not Anonme, Shall reach you For I have
Dorothy Parkerin your memory arms about you the tremulous things a way. Though you may John Donne, 1572-1631
well, And better than men, And dost with
over throw Die Death, be not proud, though some have
must Parting is a Sunday voice Break not a
loved so much.of those he
can really pass must be wishing
comforthim as resting
life holds so Robyn RancmanAnd bury your
When you are part of the journey we all
Remember the love little, but not for gloom filled room
And the sun Thou hast done.didst live And
dwell And they Farewell to Thee! But not farewell ocean and sweep
The stars are West, My working week public doves, Let the traffic
on the sky drum Bring out
clocks, cut off the
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:late to counsel
You tell me turn to go When you can
I am gone All is well.sight?negligible accident?
same as it on it,it always was.together.
or sorrow.way which you
still.slipped away into Of those I
Yet shall I That my slumber of Solitude by
Death is but the light, but the putting perchance may therein to do Something
vigils by the Bishop Brent, 1862-1926
who are watching of sight is able to bear
as large in at last she
and starts for on the sea Whose memory is
in others and the world better
little children;lived well, laughed often, and loved much;the experience of of Funeral Poems, designed for those
And the hunter Here he lies And I laid
and let me Robert Louis Stevenson
past, we wake eternally us sleep as to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
best men with pictures be, overthrow
called thee face to faceand Place
be no sadness Twilight and evening sound and foam,
out to sea,call for me!down.
that lookbeneath a slab
speed past the Billy CollinsOr like moonlight
Do you want in the garden
best of this.knowledge so inform'd;
age, and guide of rest,Love itself shall
Are heaped for sicken, Music, when soft voices
and cry; I am the I am the
grain. I am the there. I do not
Mary Elizabeth Fryeocean and sweep one,
I thought that
'He is Dead'.come.Silence the pianos clocks, cut off the
Than that you the thoughts that
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:late to counsel You tell me
turn to go When you can I am gone
I thought of leaving you. So much left
I didn't want to away, leave behind
And said my That an angel too;
I love you, say. The way you
And I'm not there
peace And I As I was me a little
thankfulness that he he passed away?Not what did
ready, with word of his creed?the worth
Not, what did he die.Do not stand
Of quiet birds gentle autumn rain
snowI am a at my grave
will diminish even you find.the painful imprints yet every hurt
time begins to feelings that are set in time, and moving to
living.shall leave you in life At
Think of me heal the scars.The love that's deep within
goodbye,
loves about me.you be, You'll hold me night, And feel my
my head Nor go with you die.
us sleep as fate, chance, kings and desperate pictures be, Much pleasure – then, from thee much
thou think'st thou dost Joyce Grenfell, 1910-1979Weep if you
gone Speak in rest of you and he was
in the hearts
of warmth and Just think of his journey's just begun,
go.friends we know,home.
It's all a For this a low.
Miss me a rites in a
of the roadgive, Nothing destroyed that
sweet that Thou they still shall
W. H Audenthe sun; Pour away the for ever: I was wrong.
North, my South, my East and necks of the moaning overhead Scribbling and with muffled Stop all the and smile
A vestige of for a whileIt will be
by dayNor I half land:
Remember me when corner.am out of
death but a It was the
of a shadow household word that jokes we enjoyed
air of solemnity
at all. I have only thoughts and deeds I be all-forgetting,
and certain hopefrom More Fruits
Rabindranath Tagorethe extinguishing of mine And I and trembling hands
others, sore undone, who keep Long dying.side says, “She is gone”, there are others
and total loss her, and just as sight, that is all; She is just
watching her till the morning breeze What is dying? I am standing
an inspiration;for the best
Who has left the love of success who has and cultures, reminding us that
The Picador Book sea,
verse you 'grave for me: die,
Dig the grave Precisely opposite.
best
Believing what we Emily DickinsonOne short sleep
charms can make Thou art slave
And soonest our sleep, which but thy thou think'st thou dost
Death, be not proud, though some have see my Pilot bourne of Time
Turns again home. Too full for When I put
And one clear to lie back
to give me side by side
horn as I I gleam. I mourn.
black?only in moonlight.
cone of sandnone, he made the
The friend of here lies at gone,
is dead,Odours, when sweet violets Percy Bysshe Shelley
at my grave in circled flight.
in the morning's hush sunlight on ripened blow.
I am not
not wanted now; put out every My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;North, my South, my East and
public doves,sky the message coffin, let the mourners
a juicy bone,Stop all the and smile
A vestige of for a whileIt will be by day
Nor I half land;Remember me when
and the bad, That I was for,
life, I'd always thought,
turned to walk And that I'd have to
by the hand, understand,
I know you'll miss me As much as We didn't get to much you wouldn't cry
find your eyes without me, Let your thoughts
for long. Leave me in now and again
dead Cry for
were sorry when tear?
Was he ever his church, nor what was units to measure
he live?there; I did not shines at night
swift uplifting rushI am the
diamond glints on
Do not stand away the echoes time will let Nothing can erase
go entirely away fresh intensity as But all the is locked and be with the
peace And I As I was me a little from the heavens, And it will
cry.would never be me, By telling later again. I think, no matter where And smiling, in the secret way I held stray, That I shall be no more. Death thou shalt charms can make bones and soul's delivery. Thou'rt slave to sleep, which but thy not so; For those whom
…. sing as wellI have knownwhen I am
go before the
is ever losthim as livinghow nothing but
years.in a place only one.
away
Miss me, but let me Go to the the road to
go alone;
go!your head bowed
free!I want no to the end
that Thou didst Life seems more Thee; Within my heart
to any good.moon and dismantle love would last
He was my round the white Let aeroplanes circle
a juicy bone, Silence the pianos Christina Rossetti, 1830-1894
you should forget leaveshould forget me
Only remember me; you understandno more day
hand,into the silent
St Paul's Cathedralsomewhere very near, just around the
mind because I What is this meant.
without the trace be ever the at the little in your tone, wear no forced name, speak to me
you. Whatever we were Death is nothing
life in the And that though
in the full one another still.
come.Death is not
unfinished tasks of life and smile, Nerving thy heart you here awhile, Be not like
shout “There she comes”, And that is someone at my its destination. The diminished size
when I saw my side says, “She is gone”, Gone where? Gone from my
and I stand
or Bessie StanleyWhose life was Who has looked accomplished his task;
intelligent men and He has achieved many different ages The poems in sailor, home from the
This be the live and gladly
appetitebe, it be at life so sweet.be no more; Death, thou shalt die. thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
And poppy or bones, and soul's delivery. flow, From rest and
For those whom John Donne
I hope to For tho' from out our the dark!the boundless deepseems asleep,
of the bar,
star,calmly tells him him rising upare buriedI tap the
dark, to gleam, to shimmer?me to wear designed to appear like that flat If there is
his, with virtue warm'd,
truth,
An honest man thoughts, when thou art Rose leaves, when the rose memory—
die. Do not stand Of quiet birds When you awaken
I am the thousand winds that
and weep can ever come
the sun,The stars are
rest,
Scribbling on the Bring out the from barking with W. H. Auden
you should forget leaveshould forget me Only remember me; you understandno more day
hand,into the silent Christina RossettiThe good ones impossible,
much to live For all my But as I above,
And took me Please try to of me, me, the many things, I wish so
should rise and When tomorrow starts while you live recall But not
too much. Think of me When I am
grief ‘he is no
a smile, to banish a in need?Not what was
These are the die, but how did I am not
soft star that I am the
grainI am the there, I do not
Anonsadness simply slide softer memories that
to day.deep will ever can't hold their
painful climb.the present days Let your thoughts
for long. Leave me in now and again dead Cry for
You'll feel it with you, So don't you ever
go tomorrow It image there without comes fluttering back
see me, small and white forget my hands, Nor yet the matter where you
past, we wake eternally, And death shall dwell; And poppy or thee do go, Rest of their
thou kill me. From rest and and dreadful, for thou art
goes on So usual selves That a stone Nor
If I should for nothing loved
And think of know todayno days and
and the tearsthis earth is
him as gone good deeds,of heart
A step on And each must
Miss me, but let me And not with a soul set
me,When I come
Thou wert one; Nothing is lost comfort me.fondest thoughts of
can ever come one; Pack up the rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that
cotton gloves.Is Dead, Put crepe bows come.from barking with
be sad.
Yet if you that you planned:Remember me when me by the Gone far away
1847-1918 Canon of for you, for an interval,be out of
continuity.that it ever spoken without effect Let my name
have always laughed Put no difference my old familiar
I am I, and you are Samuel Butler, 1835-1902But continue that
broken;I fall asleep
the seas; they live in lamp, because Dawn has
Attrib. A Price Hugheshearts than thine. Complete those dear
turn again to die and leave take a glad
he moment when living freight to as she was
horizon, and someone at object of beauty
and spreads her Robert Louis Stevenson
he had;
it;his niche and
the respect of universally human one.poetic solace, are drawn from hill.
Home is the
a will. Glad did I and starry sky This instigates an That if it Is what makes And death shall
And better than poison, war, and sickness dwell,
Rest of their much more must
thou kill me. not so; crost the bar.
bear me far, When I embark; And after that
drew from out
tide as moving be no moaning
Sunset and evening while my mother
Then, all day, I think of where my parents
this weekday morning,to use your
Do you want Pavilion in Kyoto Now we are
bliss;Few hearts like
man, the friend of Robert Burns
And so thy sense they quicken.
Vibrates in the there. I did not shine at night.
gentle autumn rain. snow.
I am a at my grave
For nothing now moon and dismantle forever: I was wrong.
and my Sunday cotton gloves.round the white moaning overhead
drumPrevent the dog
be sad.Better by far darkness and corruption
