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The poem is also considered by some to be a riddle poem. A riddle poem contains a lesson told in cultural context which would be understandable or relates to the reader, and was a very popular genre of poetry of the time period. Gnomic wisdom is also a characteristic of a riddle poem, and is present in the poem's closing sentiment (lines 52-53).
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.
ET has learned that Hamel, who was married to the Three's Company star for 46 years before her death, gave her an early birthday present. A handwritten love poem, wrapped in her favorite pink peonies.
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.
"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.
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 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".
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd