Death
The Approach of Age – Sonnet XII
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day…
And see the brave day…
The Cold Heaven
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and…
That seemed as though ice burned and…
The Death of the Poor
It is Death which consoles men, alas, and keeps them alive. Death is the aim…
The Dying Christian to His Soul
Vital spark of heav’nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,…
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,…