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Poem by Thomas MacDonagh
Death
Life is a boon - and death, as spirit and flesh are twain:
The body is spoil of death, the spirit lives on death-free;
The body dies and its wound dies and the mortal pain;
The wounded spirit lives, wounded immortally.
Thomas MacDonagh
Thomas MacDonagh's other poems:- Dublin Tramcars
- My Love To-Night
- Barbara: Born 24th March, 1915
- Fairy Tales
- The Stars Stand up in the Air
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Thomas Hood Death ("It is not death, that sometime in a sigh") John Clare Death ("Why should man's high aspiring mind") James Hunt Death ("Death is a road our dearest friends have gone") George Herbert Death ("Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing") William Yeats Death ("Nor dread nor hope attend") Henry Vaughan Death ("'TIS a sad Land, that in one day") Madison Cawein Death ("THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch") Lucretia Davidson Death ("The destroyer cometh; his footstep is light") George MacDonald Death ("Mourn not, my friends, that we are growing old")
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