Poems About Death

Adonais (Selected Excerpts)I weep for Adonais—he is dead! Percy Bysshe Shelley Elegy Annabel LeeIt was many and many a year ago, Edgar Allan Poe Ballad Anthem for Doomed YouthWhat passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Wilfred Owen Sonnet Because I Could Not Stop for DeathBecause I could not stop for Death, Emily Dickinson Lyric Crossing the BarSunset and evening star, Alfred Tennyson Lyric Death Be Not Proud (Holy Sonnet 10)Death, be not proud, though some have called thee John Donne Sonnet Death Is Nothing at AllDeath is nothing at all. DesignI found a dimpled spider, fat and white, Robert Frost Sonnet Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Villanelle Dulce et Decorum EstBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Wilfred Owen For the FallenWith proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, Laurence Binyon Elegy GrassPile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Carl Sandburg I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –I heard a fly buzz when I died; Emily Dickinson Lyric In Flanders FieldsIn Flanders fields the poppies blow John McCrae Rondeau InvictusOut of the night that covers me, Lyric No Man Is An IslandNo man is an island, John Donne On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year’T is time this heart should be unmoved, Lord Byron Lyric RememberRemember me when I am gone away, Christina Rossetti Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know. Robert Frost Lyric Strange MeetingIt seemed that out of the battle I escaped Wilfred Owen The BellsHear the sledges with the bells— Edgar Allan Poe The Cremation of Sam McGeeThere are strange things done in the midnight sun Alfred Noyes Ballad The HighwaymanPART ONE Alfred Noyes Ballad The Hollow MenMistah Kurtz—he dead. T. S. Eliot Free Verse The Lady of ShalottOn either side the river lie Alfred Tennyson Ballad The Man He Killed“Had he and I but met Thomas Hardy Dramatic Monologue The RavenOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Edgar Allan Poe Narrative Poem The SoldierIf I should die, think only this of me: Rupert Brooke Sonnet To an Athlete Dying YoungThe time you won your town the race A. E. Housman Elegy With Rue My Heart Is LadenWith rue my heart is laden A. E. Housman Elegy