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He slept an iron sleep,-
Line 396. I have been dying for years, now I shall be
gin to live.
Words. Ah! surely nothing dies but something
St. 108. Death, so called, is a thing which makes men
weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto XIV.
f. BYRON--The Giaour. Line 68.
g. BYRON--Prisoner of Chillon. St. 8.
h. BYRON--The Giaour. Line 92.
i. BYRON-A Fragment. Without a grave-unknell'd-uncoffin'd and
unknown. j. BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto IV.
St. 179. 'Tis ever wrong to say a good man dies. k. CALLIMACHUS- Epigram on a Good
. Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.
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. DONNE- Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets.
No. 17. One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou
shalt die. p. DONNE-Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets.
No. 17. He was exhal'd; his Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. 9. DRYDEN- On the Death of a Very
Sc. 1. Death is the king of this world: 'tis his park Where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of
pain Are music for his banquet. GEORGE ELIOT - Spanish Gypsy.
Bk, 2. Good-bye, proud world ! I'm going home: Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.
1. EMERSON--Good-Bye. Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. u. FULLER— The Holy and the Profane
State. Bk. L Ch. II. To die is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break nor tempests
roar: Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'lis oe'r. v. GARTH - The Dispensary. Canto III.
Line 225. Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel
band, Forbids the thunder of the footman's band, Th' upholder, rueful harbinger of death, Waits with impatience for the dying breath.
GAY-Trivia. Bk. II. Line 467. Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
GRAY-- Elegy. St. 11.
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
GRAY--Progress of Poesy. St. 8.
Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's
breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.
d. HALLECK- Fortune.
The merry merry lark was up and singing, And the hare was out and feeding on The
lea; And the merry merry bells below were ringing, When
's laugh rang through me. Now the hare is snared and dead beside the
LAMB—Hester. St. 1.
brave, All food alike for worms, companions in the
Death. And, as she looked around, she saw how
Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had
healed it forever. p. LONGFELLOW, Evangeline. Pt. II. Death never takes one alone, but two! Whenever he enters in at a door, Under roof of gold or roof of thatch, He always leaves it upon the latch, And comes again ere the year is o'er. Never one of a household only. 9. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden
Legend. Pt. VI. Oh, what hadst thou to do with cruel Death, Who wast so full of life, or Death with thee, That thou shouldst die before thou hadst
The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying. e. J. C. and X. W. HARE-Guesses at
Death rides on every passing breeze,
f. HEBER— At a Funeral. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not
deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the
Soul, to its place on high!
No more may fear to die.
Leaves have their time to fall,
breath, And stars to set-but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh!
Death. i. Mrs. HEMANS--The Hour of Death. We watched her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
LONGFELLOW– Three Friends of Mine.
Pt. II. The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead.
LONGFELLOW-Resignation. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom,
A shadow on those features fair and thin; And softly, from that hushed and darkened
room, Two angels issued, where but one went in.
t. LONGFELLOW-The Two Angels. St. 9. There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
Flowers. There is no confessor like unto Death!
Thou canst not see him, but he is near: Thou needest not whisper above thy breath,
And he will hear; He will answer the questions, The vague surmises and suggestions, That fill thy soul with doubt and fear. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden
Legend. Pt. V.
Our very hopes belied our fears,
Our fears our hopes belied;
And sleeping when she died. j. HOOD- The Death-bed. Those whom God loves, die young. k. Monumental Inscription in Morwenstow
Church, Cornwall. The world will turn when we are earth
As though we had not come nor gone; There was no lack before our birth, When we are gone there will be none. OMAR KHAYYAM- Friederich
There is no Death! What seems so is transi
I fled and cried out Death! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and
sigh'd From all her cares, and back resounded
Death. m. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. II.
There is no flock, however watched and
tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
b. LONGFELLOW – Resignation. The young may die, but the old must! LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden
Legend. Pt. IV. To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late, An l how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
And the temples of his gods?
Horatius. XXVII. She thought our good-night kiss was given,
An:l like a lily her life did close;
Angels uncurtain'd that repose,
That golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
0. MILTON -- Comus. Line 13. There's nothing terrible in death;
'Tis but to cast our robes away, And sleep at night withont a breath
To break repose till dawn of day.
p. MONTGOMERY— In Memory of E. G. How short is human life! the very breath, Which frames my words, accelerates my
death. 9. HANNAH MORE-- King Hezekiah. Since, howe'er protracted, death will come, Why fondly study, with ingenious pains, To put it off? To breathe a little longer Is to defer our fate, but not to shun it.
Hannah MORE- David and Goliath.
And labour's done;
D. M. MULOCK -- Now and Afterwards.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life, I shall find one. f. MASSINGER- A Very Woman. Act V.
Stood grim Death now in view.
Act IV. Sc. 2.
There's nothing certain in man's life but this, That he must lose it. h. OWEN MEREDITH – Clytemnestra.
Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Death comes to all. His cold and sapless
hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?
THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK-Time. Death betimes is comfort, not dismay, And who can rightly die needs no delay. PETRARCH-To Laura in Death.
Canzone V. He whom the gods love dies young, while he is in health, has his senses and his judgment sound.
PLAUTUS— Bacchid. IV. 7, 18.
The funeral song be sung!
That ever died so young-
POE-Leonore. St. 1. A heap of dust alone remains of thee, "Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be. y. POPE- To the Memory of an
Unfortunate Lady. Line 73.
Behind her Death Close following pace for pace, not mounted
yet On his pale horse ! j. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. X.
Line 588. But death comes not at call: justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or
cries. k. MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. X.
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
Lady. Line 51.
he died. b. POPE - Epitaph X. O death, all eloquent! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor
poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. 'A made a finer end and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelvo and one, e'en at the turning o'th' tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with the flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried outGod, God, God! three or four times ; now I, to comfort him, bid him 's should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.
Henry V. Act II. Sc. 3. A man can die but once;-we owe God a death. p. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2.
And there, at Venice, gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. 9.
Richard II. Act IV. Sc. 1. And we shall feed like oxen at a stall, The better cherish'd still the nearer death.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 2. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'd, disappointed, unanel'd; No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5.
Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace. d. POPE's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XVI.
Line 831. Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
POPE, The Dying Christian to his Soul. Tired, he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er. f. POPE- Essay on Man. Ep. II.
Line 282. Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks.
9. QUARLES -- Divine Poems. Ed. 1669. Sleep that no pain shall wake, Night that no moon shall break, Till joy shall overtake Her perfect calm. ኤ h. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. Dream-Land.
St. 4. O stanch thy bootlesse teares, thy weeping is
in vain ; I am not lost, for we in heaven shall one day
meet again. i. Roxburghe Ballads. The Bride's
Buriull. Edited by Chas. Hindley. Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet
He is lost to the forest,
When our neeil was the sorest.
St. 16. Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Thou art gone, and for ever!
SCOTT-Guy Mannering. Ch. XXVII.
In that sleep of death what dreams may come.
Hamlet, Act III. Sc. 1. I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood With that sour ferryman which poets write
of, Unto the
kingdom of perpetual night. 0. Richard III. Act I, Sc 4. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground? p. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2.
My sick heart shows, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely
eagle; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spread
ing tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful
wind. 9. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2. Nothing can we call our own but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2.
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy
breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.
Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O
you, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous
kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
b. Romeo and Juliet. Act V, Sc. 3, Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2, Song. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. That hand shall burn in never-quenching
fire, That staggers tbus my person.—Exton, thy
fierce hand Hath, with thy king's blood, stain'd the
king's own land, Mount, mount my soul! thy seat is up on
high ; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here
to die, d, Richard II. Act V, Sc. 5. Have I not hideous death within my view, Retaining but a quantity of life Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Resolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire ?
King John. Act V. Sc. 4. He dies, and makes no sign.
fi Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in
peace. g. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail,
h. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
i. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. He that dies, pays all debts.
j. Tempest. Act III. Sc. 2. How oft, when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry! which their keepers
call A lightning before death.
k. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.
If I must die,
Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc, 1.