Death by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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;
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"Death is a road our dearest friends have gone;..."
"Death" by James Henry Leigh Hunt is a deep english poem consisting of 13 lines. This English poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Death is a road our dearest friends have gone; Why with such leaders, fear to say, "Lead on?"...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. James Henry Leigh Hunt'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.