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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Dear Charlie,
my honey bun, my sugar plum
you make me happy when I’m glum
my heart flutters at the mention of your name,

IF life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme, —A barren, barren world were

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Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

There is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest
~ Ecclesiastes
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle, Ere the dawnin...

who would’ve thought
that I would became a sloth,
lost in an island full of lonely ghost,
waving in ocean waiting to be save by the coast...

I never hear that one is dead
Without the chance of Life
Afresh annihilating me
That mightiest Belief,

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down -
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

Two fairies it was
On a still summer day
Came forth in the woods
With the flowers to play.

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;

All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods.
Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;