10. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart: Through life's grimace that mistress of the scene; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 11. O death, all eloquent! you only prove POPE'S Eloisa. 12. Death, when unmask'd, shows us a friendly face, And is a terror only at a distance. 13. The prince, who kept the world in awe, The judge, whose dictate fix'd the law, The rich, the poor, the great, the small, GOLDSMITH. Are levell'd: death confounds them all. GAY's Fables. 14. There shall the yew her sable branches spread, 15. Leaves have their times to fall, GAY'S Dione. And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death! MRS. HEMANS. 16. Let him who crawls, enamour'd of decay, BYRON'S Corsair. 17. How peaceful and how powerful is the grave! BYRON. 178 DEATH-GRAVE. 18. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, 19. And dull the film along his dim eye grew. BYRON. BYRON'S Lara. 20. Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall; BYRON'S Childe Harold. 21. Death shuns the wretch who fain the blow would meet. BYRON'S Don Juan. 22. At times, both wish'd for and implor'd, At times sought with self-pointed sword, And welcome in no shape. BYRON'S Mazeppa. 23. What shall he be ere night?—Perchance a thing O'er which the raven flaps his funeral wing! 24. Oh God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing! BYRON'S Corsair. BYRON'S Prisoner of Chillon. 25. How sweetly could I lay my head 26. O, grief beyond all other griefs, when fate MOORE. MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. 27. Like one who draws the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. W. C. BRYANT. 28. Yet why should death be link'd with fear? A single breath-a low-drawn sighCan break the ties that bind us here, And waft the spirit to the sky. MRS. A. B. Welby. 29. There lay the warrior and the son of song, Had mov'd the nations with resistless sway. MRS. NORTON's Dream. 30. Ah! it is sad when one thus link'd departs! When Death, that mighty sev'rer of true hearts, MRS. NORTON's Dream. 31. Oh! what a shadow o'er the heart is flung, When peals the requiem of the lov'd and young! W. G. CLARK. 32. Oh, there is a sweetness in beauty's close, Like the perfume scenting the wither'd rose ! 33. His few surviving comrades saw And the red field was won; They saw in death his eyelids close Like flowers at set of sun. J. G. PERCIVAL. FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 34. All at rest now-all dust!-wave flows on wave, Pause for a while, and murmur, "All must die!" The New Timon. 35. And death is terrible-the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, Of agony, are his! FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 36. Here may we muse at this lone midnight hour, 37. In the deep stillness of that dreamless state Of sleep, that knows no waking joys again. 38. And Death himself, that ceaseless dun, Who waits on all, yet waits for none. W. C. LODGE. W. C. LODGE. HON. NICHOLAS BIDDLE. 39. Methinks it were no pain to die To gaze my fill on yon calm deep, To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet BAILEY'S Festus. 2. The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling face, A goodly apple, rotten at the core. 3. To the common people, How he did seem to dive into their hearts, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse Than priests and fanes that lie. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; And cry content to that which grieves my heart; And frame my face to all occasions. SHAKSPEARE. |