On the king’s gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father’s stead.
I wish I was dead,And lay deep in the grave.I've a pain in my head,I wish I was dead.In a coffin of lead—With the Wise and the Brave—I wish I was dead,And lay deep in the grave.maurice baring
Shivering in fever, weak, and parched to sand,My ears, those entrances of word-dressed thoughts,My pictured eyes, and my assuring touch,Fell from me, and my body turned me forthFrom its beloved abode: then I was dead;And in my grave beside my corpse I sat,In vain attempting to returnthomas lovell beddoes
At the piping of all hands,When the judgment-signal's spread—When the islands and the landsAnd the seas give up their dead,And the South and North shall come;When the sinner is dismayed,And the just man is afraid,Then Heaven be thy aid,Poor Tom.john gardiner calkins brainard
I feel like one,Who treads aloneSome banquet-hall deserted,Whose lights are fled,Whose garlands dead,And all but he departed!thomas moore
Though all the bards of earth were dead,And all their music passed away,What Nature wishes should be saidShe’ll find the rightful voice to say.william winter