Andre's Request.

It is not the fear of death
    That damps my brow;
It is not for another breath
    I ask thee now;
I can die with a lip unstirr'd
    And a quiet heart -
Let but this prayer be heard
    Ere I depart.

I can give up my mother's look -
    My sister's kiss;
I can think of love - yet brook
    A death like this!
I can give up the young fame
    I burn'd to win -
All - but the spotless name
    I glory in!

Thine is the power to give,
    Thine to deny,
Joy for the hour I live -
    Calmness to die.
By all the brave should cherish,
    By my dying breath,
I ask that I may perish
    With a soldier's death!

Nathaniel Parker Willis

Nathaniel Parker Willis was an American author, poet, and editor who was among the most popular literary figures of his time. He founded and edited several periodicals and wrote many poems, essays, and travelogues. Willis was known for his urbane style, which influenced the development of 19th-century American literature. Despite his widespread popularity during his lifetime, his work fell out of favor in the years following his death.

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Parrhasius

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The Solitary.

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The Table Of Emerald.

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There stood an unsold captive in the mart,
A gray-haired and majestical old man,
Chained to a pillar. It was almost night,
And the last seller from the place had gone,
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Crunching beneath the stall a refuse bone,
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On The Fear Of Death: An Epistle To A Lady.

The Fear Of Death.


Thou! whose superior, and aspiring mind
Can leave the weakness of thy sex behind;
Above its follies, and its fears can rise,
Quit the low earth, and gain the distant skies:
Whom strength of soul and innocence have taught
To think of death, nor shudder at the thought;
Say! whence the dread, that can alike engage
Vain thoughtless youth, and deep-reflecting age;
Can shake the feeble, and appal the strong;
Say! whence the terrors, that to death belong?
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Start from the grave, and tremble at the view.
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Prospice

Fear death? to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
And the barriers fall,
Though a battle s to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that death bandaged my eyes and forbore,
And bade me creep past.
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I.

    Oh, give me light, to-day, or let me die, -
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    Have I not wept to know myself so weak
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                            Her locks of gold?


III.

    Have I not sworn that I will not be wed,
    But mate my soul with hers on my death-bed?
    The soul can see, - for souls are seraphim, -
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IV.

    Oh, hush! she comes. I know her. She is nigh.
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