DONNE Divine Poems. Holy Sonnets. He was exhal'd; his Creator drew 1. DRYDEN-The Spanish Friar. Death is the king of this world: 'tis Where he breeds life to feed him. pain Are music for his banquet. Act II. Sc. 1. his park Cries of S. GEORGE ELIOT-Spanish Gypsy. Bk. 2. Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine. EMERSON-Good-Bye. t. 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. น. 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 'tis oe'r. υ. GARTH-The Dispensary. Canto III. Line 225. Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel band, Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand, Th' upholder, rueful harbinger of death, Waits with impatience for the dying breath. w. 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. x. There is no confessor like unto Death! He will answer the questions, The vague surmises and suggestions, บ. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Legend. Pt. V. There's nothing terrible in death; How short is human life! the very breath, Which frames my words, accelerates my death. զ. 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. T. He whom the gods love dies young, while he is in health, has his senses and his judgment sound. w. PLAUTUS-Bacchid. IV. 7, 18. A dirge for her the doubly dead x. POE-Leonore. St. 1. A heap of dust alone remains of thee, "Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be. POPE-To the Memory of an Bk. II. y. Line 845. Unfortunate Lady. Line 73. poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, n. 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 twelve 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 'a should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. Act II. Sc. 3. 0. Henry V. Canto III. St. 16. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. Death, death! oh, amiable, lovely death, Canto III. St. 12. SCOTT-Guy Mannering. Ch. XXVII. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Romeo and Juliet. Act IV. Sc. 5. Death! my lord Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. y. 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. 1. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 4. If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms, m. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. That I must yield my body to the earth, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. 1. 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. r. |