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The poem is the best known of Wordsworth's series of five works which comprise his "Lucy" series, and was a favorite amongst early readers. [1] It was composed both as a meditation on his own feelings of loneliness and loss, and as an ode to the beauty and dignity of an idealized woman who lived unnoticed by all others except by the poet himself.
The pastoral elegy is a poem about both death and idyllic rural life. Often, the pastoral elegy features shepherds. The genre is actually a subgroup of pastoral poetry, as the elegy takes the pastoral elements and relates them to expressing grief at a loss. This form of poetry has several key features, including the invocation of the Muse ...
Pages in category "Poems about death" The following 55 pages are in this category, out of 55 total. This list may not reflect recent changes. A.
The trick isn’t in finding ideas, it’s in recognizing ideas that are all around us. Here’s one way to go about it. Since 2009, I’ve posted a new word on my blog on the first day of each month.
Poems of 1912–1913 are an elegiac sequence written by Thomas Hardy in response to the death of his wife Emma in November 1912. An unsentimental meditation upon a complex marriage, [1] the sequence's emotional honesty and direct style made its poems some of the most effective and best-loved lyrics in the English language.
The poem on a gravestone at St Peter’s church, Wapley, England "Do not stand by my grave and weep" is the first line and popular title of the bereavement poem "Immortality", written by Clare Harner in 1934. Often now used is a slight variant: "Do not stand at my grave and weep".
"A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" is a metaphysical poem by John Donne. Written in 1611 or 1612 for his wife Anne before he left on a trip to Continental Europe, "A Valediction" is a 36-line love poem that was first published in the 1633 collection Songs and Sonnets, two years after Donne's death.
But I cannot truly say that I grieve—I am perplexed—I am sad—and a little thing, a very trifle would make me weep; but for the death of the Baby I have not wept!—Oh! this strange, strange, strange Scene-shifter, Death! that giddies one with insecurity, & so unsubstantiates the living Things that one has grasped and handled!—/ Some ...