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Famous Laid To Rest Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Laid To Rest poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous laid to rest poems. These examples illustrate what a famous laid to rest poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Brooke, Rupert poetry is read
Save where some sepultured C?sura bled,
Royally incarnadining all the line.
Is the imperial iamb laid to rest,
And the young trochee, having done enough?
Ah! turn again! Sing so to us, who are sick
Of seeming-simple rhymes, bizarre emotions,
Decked in the simple verses of the day,
Infinite meaning in a little gloom,
Irregular thoughts in stanzas regular,
Modern despair in antique metres, myths
Incomprehensible at evening,
And symbols that mean nothing i...Read More

by Martí, José
...s as music and reason;
And all, like diamonds, is light
That was coal before its season.

I know when fools are laid to rest
Honor and tears will abound,
And that of all fruits, the best
Is left to rot in holy ground.

Without a word, the pompous muse
I've set aside, and understood:
From a withered branch, I choose
To hang my doctoral hood....Read More

by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...orse than death's alarm.

But ere they seek to rescue the oppressed, 
The valiant dead, in state, are laid to rest.
Mourned Hamilton, the faithful and the brave, 
Nine hundred comrades follow to the grave; 
And close behind the banner-hidden corse
All draped in black, walks mournfully his horse; 
While tears of sound drip through the sunlit day.
A soldier may not weep, but drums and bugles may.

Now, Muse, recount, how after long del...Read More

by Lawson, Henry
...The short hour's halt is ended, 
The red gone from the west, 
The broken wheel is mended, 
And the dead men laid to rest. 
Three days have we retreated 
The brave old Curse-and-Grin – 
Outnumbered and defeated – 
Fall in, my men, fall in. 

Poor weary, hungry sinners, 
Past caring and past fear, 
The camp-fires of the winners 
Are gleaming in the rear. 
Each day their front advances, 
Each day the same old din, 
But freedom holds the chances – 
Fall in...Read More

by Auden, Wystan Hugh (W H) survives,A way of happening, a mouth.
 Earth, receive an honoured guest:William Yeats is laid to rest.Let the Irish vessel lieEmptied of its poetry.In the nightmare of the darkAll the dogs of Europe bark,And the living nations wait,Each sequestered in its hate;Intellectual disgraceStares from every human face,And the seas of pity lieLocked and frozen in each eye.Follow, poet, follow rightTo...Read More

by Tolkien, J R R
...His cloven sheild, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'...Read More

by Hugo, Victor
 {XXIII., February, 18—.} 

 Though heaven's gate of light uncloses, 
 Thou stirr'st not—thou'rt laid to rest, 
 Waking are thy sister roses, 
 One only dreamest on thy breast. 
 Hear me, sweet dreamer! 
 Tell me all thy fears, 
 Trembling in song, 
 But to break in tears. 
 Lo! to greet thee, spirits pressing, 
 Soft music brings the gentle dove, 
 And fair light falleth like a blessing, 
 While my poor heart can bring thee only love. 
 W...Read More

by Tebb, Barry and take us

To that room in Stainmore Place, your mother’s ghost

At Banquo’s feast, the guest that never could

Be laid to rest.


One stifling July day thirty years on we returned to Honley

Where the hamlet snagged on the hillside, fattened now and hollow

And grown grey with money and success: one cottage joined on

To the next, the common land fenced off, the nearby chapel

Turned to a desirable residence, the tombstones garden ornaments,

The heart of Hall...Read More

by St Vincent Millay, Edna
...assion harried,
If death be deeper than the churchmen say, --
Gone from this world indeed what's graveward carried,
And laid to rest indeed what's laid away.
Anguish enough while yet the indignant breather
Have blood to spurt upon the oppressor's hand;
Who would eternal be, and hang in ether
A stuffless ghost above his struggling land,
Retching in vain to render up the groan
That is not there, being aching dust's alone?...Read More

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