The Three Dead Kings
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Prior to the Danse macabre (which features Death taking with him a hierarchical medley live), The Three Dead Kings is in the form of painting, miniature, d of illumination or sculpture, three corpses addressing three young pedestrians (or three young … Read More

Rainer Maria Rilke, “Death”
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Before us great Death stands Our fate held close within his quiet hands. When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine To drink deep of the mystic shining cup And ecstasy through all our being leaps— Death bows his … Read More

Stephen Crane, “God Lay Dead in Heaven”
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God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank. Then from the far caverns Of dead … Read More

Lord Byron, “Epitaph to a Dog”
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 Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. The Price, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human … Read More

W. B. Yeats, “He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead”
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Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your head, And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur tender words, Forgiving me, … Read More

Edgar Allan Poe, “Annabel Lee”
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It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to … Read More

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “And you as well must die”
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 And you as well must die, belovèd dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust Of Death, or under his autumnal frost, … Read More

Charlotte Brontë, “On the Death of Anne Brontë”
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There’s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave; I’ve lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have died to save. Calmly to watch the failing breath, Wishing each sigh might be the … Read More

Emily Dickinson, “If I Should Die”
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If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,– One might depart … Read More

Pablo Neruda, “Only Death”
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There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning … Read More

Emily Dickinson, “Because I could not stop for Death”
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Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my … Read More

The Three Dead Kings
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Prior to the Danse macabre (which features Death taking with him a hierarchical medley live), The Three Dead Kings is in the form of painting, miniature, d of illumination or sculpture, three corpses addressing three young pedestrians (or three young … Read More

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