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My Coffin
Robert William Service
Deeming that I was due to die I framed myself a coffin; So full of graveyard zeal was I, I set the folks a-laughing. I made it snugly to my fit, My...Rate it:

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St. Francis Of Borgia By The Coffin Of Queen Isabel
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
“Open the coffin and shroud until I look on the dead again Ere we place her in Grenada’s vaults, Where sleep the Monarchs of Spain; For unto King C...Rate it:

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A Coffin—is a Small Domain
Emily Dickinson
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth— Yet ampler than the...Rate it:

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Before A Little Coffin
Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
Mother has painted the coffin brightly. The tiny one sleeps in Sunday attire. Onto the forehead no longer is falling The light-brown hair; A round...Rate it:

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The Surgeon's Warning
Robert Southey
I am dead, My brethren I intreat, And see the coffin weigh'd I beg Lest the Plumber should be a cheRate it:

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President Lincoln's Burial Hymn
Walt Whitman
rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. Coffin that passes through lanes and strRate it:

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The Death of the Rev. Dr. Wilson
William Topaz McGonagall
night and day, most sacred and sweet. The coffin containing the remains was brought on Tuesday evRate it:

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When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
Walt Whitman
rest in the grave, Night and day journeys a coffin. 6 Coffin that passes through lanes and streeRate it:

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A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her
Robert Southey
holy water sprinkle my shroud And sprinkle my coffin too. And let me be chain'd in my coffin of stRate it:

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In the Dead of night
Farid ud-Din Attar Abu Hamid bin Abu Bakr Ibrahim
to weep. He said, 'This world is like a closed coffin, in which We are shut and in which, through oRate it:

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Knight Aagen And The Maiden Else
William Morris
mould lay alow. Uprose the fair knight Aagen, Coffin on back took he, And he’s away to her bower, Rate it:

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The Funeral of the Late Prince Henry of Battenberg
William Topaz McGonagall
did sob and sigh When the gun carriage with the coffin was passing by. Prince Henry's charger wasRate it:

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In Tara's Halls
William Butler Yeats
at end, Diggers and carpenters make grave and coffin; Saw that the grave was deep, the coffin soundRate it:

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Nurse Green
Charles Lamb
but for forgetfulness, dear, I meant you the coffin this day should have seen, And read the inscripRate it:

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The Ballad Of Blasphemous Bill
Robert William Service
with his arms and legs outspread. I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him, and I gazed at the gruRate it:

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The Death of Prince Leopold
William Topaz McGonagall
really sublime, While her tears fell fast on the coffin lid without delay, Then she took one last fRate it:

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To A Hatpeg
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
bought a chaffcutter, an axe and a saw With a coffin, lined neatly with satin, Such a beautiful cofRate it:

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As At Thy Portals Also Death
Walt Whitman
and beautiful still, I sit by the form in the coffin, I kiss and kiss convulsively again the Rate it:

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The Ruined Cottage
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
shut him from the world. At length, He saw a coffin carried carelessly along; And he grew desperateRate it:

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The Fire
Edith Nesbit
lay dead With the candles at his head, And his coffin was that black I could see it through the walRate it:

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A Connachtman
Padraic Colum
all in the place), Make smooth the boards of the coffin They will put above my face. The old men wRate it:

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Burial of the Dead
John Keble
even with beaming eye Counts thy sad honours, coffin, bier, and pall; So many relics of a frail Rate it:

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Chant d'automne (Song Of Autumn)
Charles Baudelaire
shocks, That somewhere they're nailing a coffin, in great haste. For whom? — Yesterday was summerRate it:

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Hermann And Dorothea - IX. Urania
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
preparing and finishing quickly and deftly your coffin, And they will carefully bring over here thaRate it:

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Laus Deo
Sydney Thompson Dobell
IN the hall the coffin waits, and the idle armourer stands. At his belt the coffin nails, and the hammer in his hands. The bed of state is hung wit...Rate it:

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