Poems with rhymes of dies

The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes,
And they went south and east and north—
The strong man fights but the sick man dies.

More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoyed, it sighing cries,

No more than earth and skies;
But he that drinks in season
Shall live before he dies.

A good man never dies--
In worthy deed and prayer
And helpful hands, and honest eyes,

Ah, for pity drop the prize;
Let it not with truth be said
That a songster gasps and dies,

Or when Apollos dies,
Is Israel left without resource,
And have we no supplies?

reached your two eyes; and through your eyes
I entered your heart, Love;
now I live there (for my heart dies

I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies.
In sure and certain hopes - the prelate cries:

The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

My fates are ended; when thy Herrick dies,
Clasp thou his book, then close thou up his eyes.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in autumn lies;

Or when Apollos dies,
Is Israel left without resource,
And have we no supplies?

The long September evening dies
In mist along the fields and lanes;
Only a few faint stars surprise

My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heav'n I lift mine eyes.

It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies

Thus on Mæeander's flow'ry margin lies
Th' expiring swan, and as he sings he dies.

Here are the needles. See that he dies
While the effects of the drug endure. . . .
What is the question he asks with his eyes?--

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:

When sunset burns and dies --
You are my deepening skies;

While yet the rolling earth abides,
Men come and go like Ocean tides;
And ere one generation dies,