English Poetry. James Henry Leigh Hunt. Death. Джеймс Генри Ли Хант.

James Henry Leigh Hunt (Джеймс Генри Ли Хант)

Death

Death is a road our dearest friends have gone;
Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?"
Its gate repels, lest it too soon be tried,
But turns in balm on the immortal side.
Mothers have passed it: fathers, children; men
Whose like we look not to behold again;
Women that smiled away their loving breath;
Soft is the travelling on the road to death!
But guilt has passed it? men not fit to die?
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
Human we're all -- all men, all born of mothers;
All our own selves in the worn-out shape of others;
Our used, and oh, be sure, not to be ill-used brothers! 

James Henry Leigh Hunt’s other poems:

1. Robin Hood, a Child
2. A Thought or Two on Reading Pomfret’s
3. Ariadne Waking
4. To Robert Batty, M.D., on His Giving Me a Lock of Milton’s Hair
5. The Field of Battle

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ)) Death (“It is not death, that sometime in a sigh”)

William Yeats (Уильям Йейтс) Death (“Nor dread nor hope attend”)

John Clare (Джон Клэр) Death (“Why should man’s high aspiring mind”)

George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) Death (“Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing”)

Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн) Death (“‘TIS a sad Land, that in one day”)

Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона) Death (“Life is a boon – and death, as spirit and flesh are twain”)

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Death (“THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch”)

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