Death Archives - Page 5 of 12 - The Final Paradox

A Deed and a Word

A little stream had lost its way
Amid the grass and fern;
A passing stranger…

Strew on her roses, roses,
And never a spray of yew.
In quiet she reposes:…

Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at…

Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand;
His breast was bare,…

I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand;
And…

Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and…

[Sung on the occasion of decorating the graves of the Confederate dead at Magnolia Cemetery,…

Master of human destinies am I.
Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait.
Cities…

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild…

I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar…