Top 100 Poems About: ELEGY


In this page, poems on / about “elegy” are listed.
  • 1.
    Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard

    The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
    The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
    The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
    And leaves the world to darkness and to me. read more »

    Thomas Gray
  • 2.
    Elegy

    Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
    The darkest way, and did not turn away,
    A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 3.
    Elegy For Jane

    (My student, thrown by a horse)

    I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils;
    And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile; read more »

    Theodore Roethke
  • 4.
    Duino Elegies: The First Elegy

    Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
    hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
    pressed me against his heart, I would perish
    in the embrace of his stronger existence. read more »

    Rainer Maria Rilke
  • 5.
    Elegy In April And September

    Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...
    I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,
    And a low whistle by the water's brim. read more »

    Wilfred Owen
  • 6.
    An Imperial Elegy

    Not one corner of a foreign field
    But a span as wide as Europe;
    An appearance of a titan's grave,
    And the length thereof a thousand miles, read more »

    Wilfred Owen
  • 7.
    Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy

    That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
    I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
    That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
    to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string! read more »

    Rainer Maria Rilke
  • 8.
    Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed

    Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
    Until I labor, I in labor lie.
    The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
    Is tired with standing though he never fight. read more »

    John Donne
  • 9.
    An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog

    Good people all, of every sort,
    Give ear unto my song;
    And if you find it wondrous short,
    It cannot hold you long. read more »

    Oliver Goldsmith
  • 10.
    Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress

    Who ever loves, if he do not propose
    The right true end of love, he's one that goes
    To sea for nothing but to make him sick.
    Love is a bear-whelp born: if we o'erlick read more »

    John Donne
  • 11.
    Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress

    By our first strange and fatal interview,
    By all desires which thereof did ensue,
    By our long starving hopes, by that remorse
    Which my words' masculine persuasive force read more »

    John Donne
  • 12.
    Elegy In The Classroom

    In the thin classroom, where your face
    was noble and your words were all things,
    I find this boily creature in your place; read more »

    Anne Sexton
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