The night has a thousand eyes--
Francis William Bourdillon

Swans sing before they die -- 'twere no bad thing
Should certain persons die before they sing.

As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean...

Water, water every where
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water every where,
Ne any drop to drink...

He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast...

He prayeth best who loveth best,
All things both great and small:
For the dear God, who loveth us,
He made and loveth all...

A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn. --
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
Emily Dickenson

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more;
Death, thou shalt die.--
John Donne

April is the cruellest month

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table--
T.S. Eliot

A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it…

that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, --
Edward Fitzgerald

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. --
Robert Frost

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine; --
Ben Jonson

“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,”—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: --
John Keats

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!--
Rudyard Kipling

This is the forest primeval.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, --
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.--
George MacDonald

The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.--
Andrew Marvell

They also serve who only stand and wait."--
John Milton

I could not live if this were not illusion.
It is a world, perhaps; but there’s another. --
Edwin Muir

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."--
Edgar Allan Poe

I have a rendezvous with Death --
Alan Seeger

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert, --
Percy Bysshe Shelley

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie;

Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.--
Robert Louis Stevenson

My true-love hath my heart and I have his --
Sir Philip Sydney

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:

I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

The mirror crack’d from side to side;
‘The curse is come upon me,’ cried
The Lady of Shalott. --
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.--
Dylan Thomas

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan--
John Greenleaf Whittier

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:

The Child is father of the Man;

that inward eye 
 which is the bliss of solitude; 

...then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

The world is too much with us--
William Wordsworth

The best laid schemes o mice an men, 
Gang aft agley.
Robert Burns