Death by Thomas Hood
By Thomas Hood
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these bright stars, that now reply In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night; That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite, And all life's ruddy springs forget to flow; That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite Be lapped in alien clay and laid below; It is not death to know this,--but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft,--and when grass waves
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"It is not death, that sometime in a sigh..."
"Death" by Thomas Hood is a sad and deep and nature english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Thomas Hood demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;...", this piece explores themes of sad and deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Thomas Hood's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.