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by Emily Dickinson

The Stimulus beyond the Grave

 The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
His Countenance to see
Supports me like imperial Drams
Afforded Day by Day.

by Emily Dickinson

Within thy Grave!

 Within thy Grave!
Oh no, but on some other flight --
Thou only camest to mankind
To rend it with Good night --

by Emily Dickinson

The immortality she gave

 The immortality she gave
We borrowed at her Grave --
For just one Plaudit famishing,
The Might of Human love --

by Emily Dickinson

How fortunate the Grave --

 How fortunate the Grave --
All Prizes to obtain --
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.

by Robert Burns

471. Epigram on Jessy Staig's recovery

 MAXWELL, if merit here you crave,
 That merit I deny;
You save fair Jessie from the grave!—
 An Angel could not die!

by Kobayashi Issa

Windy fall

 At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:

 Windy fall--
 these are the scarlet flowers
 she liked to pick.

by Emily Dickinson

Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee

 Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee
He shall not take thy Hand
Nor put his spacious arm around thee
That none can understand

by Omar Khayyam

When I am dead, with wine my body lave,

When I am dead, with wine my body lave,
For obit chant a bacchanalian stave,
And, if you need me at the day of doom,
Beneath the tavern threshold seek my grave.

by Ambrose Bierce

An Inscription

 A conqueror as provident as brave,
He robbed the cradle to supply the grave.
His reign laid quantities of human dust: He fell upon the just and the unjust.

by Sidney Lanier


 My soul is like the oar that momently
Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave.

by Emily Dickinson

More than the Grave is closed to me --

 More than the Grave is closed to me --
The Grave and that Eternity
To which the Grave adheres --
I cling to nowhere till I fall --
The Crash of nothing, yet of all --
How similar appears --

by Robert Graves

Love Without Hope

 Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.

by Emily Dickinson

Advance is Lifes condition

 Advance is Life's condition
The Grave but a Relay
Supposed to be a terminus
That makes it hated so --

The Tunnel is not lighted
Existence with a wall
Is better we consider
Than not exist at all --

by Robert Graves

She Tells Her Love

 She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

by Emily Dickinson

Not any sunny tone

 Not any sunny tone
From any fervent zone
Find entrance there --
Better a grave of Balm
Toward human nature's home --
And Robins near --
Than a stupendous Tomb
Proclaiming to the Gloom
How dead we are --

by Robert Burns

453. Epitaph for Mr. Walter Riddell

 SIC a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave,
That the worms ev’n d—d him when laid in his grave;
“In his flesh there’s a famine,” a starved reptile cries,
“And his heart is rank poison!” another replies.

by Emily Dickinson

This docile one inter

 This docile one inter
While we who dare to live
Arraign the sunny brevity
That sparkled to the Grave.
On her departing span No wilderness remain As dauntless in the House of Death As if it were her own --

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


 As a boy, reserved and naughty;
As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty;
As a man, for action inclined;
As a greybeard, fickle in mind.
-- Upon thy grave will people read: This was a very man, indeed! 1815.

by Emily Dickinson

The grave my little cottage is

 The grave my little cottage is,
Where "Keeping house" for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.
For two divided, briefly, A cycle, it may be, Till everlasting life unite In strong society.

by Emily Dickinson

Perhaps you think me stooping

 Perhaps you think me stooping
I'm not ashamed of that
Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave --
Do those at Sacrament

Commemorative Dishonor
Or love annealed of love
Until it bend as low as Death
Redignified, above?

by Emily Dickinson

Not any higher stands the Grave

 Not any higher stands the Grave
For Heroes than for Men --
Not any nearer for the Child
Than numb Three Score and Ten --

This latest Leisure equal lulls
The Beggar and his Queen
Propitiate this Democrat
A Summer's Afternoon --

by Ezra Pound

Statement of Being

 I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.
We make the yolk philosophy, True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of form To make the screed sound human.

by Emily Dickinson

As plan for Noon and plan for Night

 As plan for Noon and plan for Night
So differ Life and Death
In positive Prospective --
The Foot upon the Earth

At Distance, and Achievement, strains,
The Foot upon the Grave
Makes effort at conclusion
Assisted faint of Love.

by Emily Dickinson

So give me back to Death --

 So give me back to Death --
The Death I never feared
Except that it deprived of thee --
And now, by Life deprived,
In my own Grave I breathe
And estimate its size --
Its size is all that Hell can guess --
And all that Heaven was --

by Sarah Fuller Flower Adams


O Love! thou makest all things even 
In earth or heaven; 
Finding thy way through prison-bars 
Up to the stars; 
Or, true to the Almighty plan, 
That out of dust created man, 
Thou lookest in a grave,--to see 
Thine immortality!