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|Topic: Funeral Poems - Famous Funeral
Poems, Verses for Eulogies, Memorial Services, Funerals
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|Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was;
there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just round the corner.
And all is well
Canon Henry Scott Holland
Death is Nothing At All.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Did Not Die.
Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me;
The Carriage held but just ourselves
An honest man here lies at rest
As eer God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warmd,
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If theres another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
Epitaph to a Friend.
Good-by to the life I used to live,
And the world I used to know;
And kiss the hills for me, just once;
Now I am ready to go!
There is a season for everything,
A time for every occupation under heaven;
A time for giving birth, a time for dying;
A time for planting, a time for uprooting what has been planted.
A time for killing, a time for healing;
A time for tears a time for laughter;
A time for mourning, a time for dancing.
A time for throwing stones away, a time for gathering them
A time for embracing, as time to refrain from embracing
A time for searching, a time for losing;
A time for keeping, a time for throwing away.
A time for reaping, a time for sowing;
A time for keeping silent, a time for speaking.
As time for loving, a time for hating,
A time for war, a time for peace.
In love longing
I listen to the monk's bell.
I will never forget you
even for an interval
Short as those between the bell notes.
Give sorrow words;
the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er-fraught heart
and bids it break.
They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Silex Scintillans, They are all gone.
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.
Written en route to the funeral for his
friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Now fades the last long streak of snow,
Now burgeons every maze of quick
About the flowering sqares, and thick
By ashen roots the violets blow.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
When you are sorrowful
look into your heart
and you shall see that
you are weeping
for that which has been
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Many tender memories soften your grief,
May fond recollection bring you relief,
And may you find comfort and peace in the thought
Of the joy that knowing your loved one brought...
For time and space can never divide
Or keep your loved one from your side
When memory paints in colors true
The happy hours that belonged to you.
Helen Steiner Rice
Your Loved One lives In Your Heart.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand.
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me: you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had.
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than you should remember and be sad.
It was beautiful as long as it lasted
The journey of my life.
I have no regrets whatsoever
Save the pain I'll leave behind.
Those dear hearts who love and care
And the heavy with sleep, ever-moist eyes
The smile in spite of a lump in the throat
And the strings pulling at the heart and soul
The strong arms that held me up
When my own strength let me down.
Each morsel that I was fed
Was full of love.
At every turning of my life I came across good friends
Friends who stood by me
Even when the time raced me by.
Farewell, farewell my friends
I smile and bid you goodbye.
No, shed no tears for I need them not
All I need is your smile.
If you feel sad, do think of me
For that is what I'll like
When you live in the hearts of those you love
You never die.
Farewell My Friends.
"Ill lend you for a little while, a child of Mine,"
"For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me?
Hell bring his charms to gladden you and should his
stay be brief
Youll always have his memories as a solace in your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child
Ive looked this whole world over in My search for teachers
And from the throngs that crowd Lifes lanes I have chosen
Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call and take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say Dear God, Thy will be
For all the joy this child will bring the risk of grief well
We'll shelter him with tenderness, well love him while
And for the happiness weve known, forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand."
Edward A. Guest
A Child Loaned.
If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you there.
(I'd come-- I'd come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird
I loved, please do not let the thought of me
Be sad... for I am loving you just as
I always have... You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still
To do-- so many things to say to you...
Remember that I did not fear... It was
Just leaving you that was so hard to face...
We cannot see beyond... But this I know:
I loved you so-- 'twas heaven here with you!
Isla Paschal Richardson
To Those I Love.
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