PoetryShut Not Your Doors Shut not your doors to me, proud libraries,For that which was lacking on all… By Walt Whitman
PoetryThe Collar I Struck the board, and cry’d, No more.I will abroad.What? shall I ever… By George Herbert
PoetryHas any one supposed it lucky to be born? All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses;And to die is different from what any one… By Walt Whitman
PoetryThe Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a… By Rupert Brooke
PoetrySilently Watch the Dead Aroused and angry,I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war;But soon… By Walt Whitman
PoetryDeath Rebuked Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art… By John Donne
PoetryThe Death of Lincoln Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just! Who, in… By William Cullen Bryant
PoetryAnd Death Shall Have No Dominion And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the… By Dylan Thomas
PoetryBarberries You say I touch the barberries As a lover his mistress? What a curious fancy!… By Mary Aldis
Poetry1620–1920 Face to the Indian arrows. Daughter of Truth and mother of Courage, Yet even as… By LeBaron Russell Briggs