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The living throne, the sapphire blaze,

The merry merry lark was up and singing, Where angels tremble while they gaze,

And the hare was out and feeding on ihe He saw; but blasted with excess of light,

lea; Closed his eyes in endless night.

And the merry merry bells below were ringing, @ GRAY-Progress of Poesy. St. 8. When my child's laugh rang through me.

Now the hare is snared and dead beside the Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

snow-yard, b. MATTHEW GREEN — The Spleen.

And the lark beside the dreary winter sea; Line 93.

And the baby in his cradle in the churchyard Death borders upon our birth, and our

Sleeps sound till the bell brings me. cradle stands in our grave.

m. CHARLES KINGSLEY- A Lameni. c. BISHOP HALL-Christian Moderation.

Gone before
Introduction. To that unknown and silent shore.
Ere the dolphin dies

n. LAMBHester. St. 1. Its bues are brightest. Like an infant's One destin'd period men in common have, breath

The great, the base, the coward, and the Are tropic winds before the voice of death.

brave, d. HALLECK- Fortune.

All food alike for worms, companions in the

grave. The ancients dreaded death: the Christian 0. LORD LANSDOWNE- Meditation on can only fear dying.

Death €. J. C. and X. W. HARE-- Guesses at

Truth.

And, as she looked around, she saw how

Death, the consoler, Death rides on every passing breeze,

Laying his hand upon many a heart, had He lurks in every flower.

healed it forever. f. HEBER- At a Funeral.

p. LONGFELLOW- Evangeline, Pt. II. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not

Death never takes one alone, but two!

Whenever he enters in at a door, deplore thee,

Under roof of gold or roof of thatch, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the

He always leaves it upon the latch, tomb. 9. HEBER- At a Funeral.

And comes again ere the year is o'er.

Never one of a household only. Dust, to its narrow house beneath!

9. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Soul, to its place on high!

Legend. Pt. VI. They that have seen thy look in death,

Oh, what hadst thou to do with cruel Death, No more may fear to die.

Who wast so full of life, or Death with thee, h. Mrs. HEMANS-A Dirge.

That thou shouldst die before thou hadst Leaves have their time to fall,

grown old!

LONGFELLOWThree Friends of Mine. And flowers to wither at the north wind's

Pt. II. breath, And stars to set—but all,

The air is full of farewells to the dying,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh!

And mournings for the dead.
Death.

S. LONGFELLOW-Resignation. i. Mrs. HEMANSThe Hour of Death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, We watched her breathing through the night,

A shadow on those features fair and thin; Her breathing soft and low,

And softly, from that hushed and darkened As in her breast the wave of life

room, Kept heaving to and fro.

Two angels issued, where but one went in

t. LONGFELLOW-The Two Angels. St. 9. Our very hopes belied our fears,

There is a Reaper whose name is Death, Our fears our hopes belied;

And, with his sickle keen, We thought her dying when she slept,

He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And sleeping when she died.

And the flowers that grow between. j. HOOD- The Death-bed.

U. LONGFELLOW-The Reaper and the Those whom God loves, die young

Flowers. k. Monumental Inscription in Morwoenstow There is no confessor like unto Death!

Church, Cornwall. Thou canst not see him, but he is near:

Thou needest not whisper above thy breath, The world will turn when we are earth

And he will hear; _As though we had not come nor gone; He will answer the questions, There was no lack before our birth,

The vague surmises and suggestions, When we are gone there will be none.

That fill thy soul with doubt and fear. lo Omas KHAYYAM- Friederich

V LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Bodenstedt. Trans. |

Legend. Pt. V.

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There is no Death! What seems so is transi

I fled and cried out Death! tion;

Hell trembled at the hideous name, and This life of mortal breath

sigh'd Is but a suburb of the lite elysian,

From all her cares, and back resounded Whose portal we call Death.

Death. a. LONGFELLOW-Resignation.

m. Maton-Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

Line 787. There is no flock, however watched and tended,

Spake the grisly Terror. But one dead lamb is there!

n. MILTONParadise Lost. Bk. II. There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,

Line 704. But has one vacant chair. b. LONGFELLOW Resignation.

That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.

0. IIILTONComus. Line 13.
The young may die, but the old must!
c. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden There's nothing terrible in death;

Legend. Pt. IV.

'Tis but to cast our robes away,

And sleep at night without a breath
To every man upon this earth

To break repose till dawn of day.
Death cometh soon or late,
And how can man die better

p. MONTGOMERY-In Memory of E. G. Than, facing fearful odds,

How short is human life! the very breath, For the ashes of his fathers

Which frames my words, accelerates my And the temples of his gods?

death. d. MACAULAY-Lays of Ancient Rome.

9. Hannah MORE- King Hezekiah. ļoratius. XXVII.

Since, howe'er protracted, death will come, She thought our good-night kiss was given,

Why fondly study, with ingenious pains, And like a lily her life did close;

To put it off? To breathe a little longer Angels uncurtain'd that repose,

Is to defer our fate, but not to shun it. And the next waking dawn'd in heaven.

1. HANNAH MORE- David and Goliath. MASSEYThe Ballad of Babe

Christabel. Two hands upon the breast,

And labour's done; Death hath a thousand doors to let out life,

Two pale feet cross'd in rest, I shall find one.

The race is won. f. MASSINGER- A Very Woman. Act V.

s. D. M. MULOCK-Now and Afterwards. Sc. 4.

Death's but a path that must be trod, Stood grim Death now in view.

It man would ever pass to God. 9. MASSINGER- The Roman Actor.

t. PARNELL-A Night-Piece on Death. Act IV. Sc. 2.

Line 67. There's nothing certain in man's life but this, Death comes to all. His cold and sapless That he must lose it.

hand h. OWEN MEREDITH-Clytemnestra.

Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Pt. XX. Who shall resist the summons ?

u. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK - Time. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe.

Death betimes is comfort, not dismay, MILTON - Paradise Lost. Bk. II. And who can rightly die needs no delay. Line 803. v. PETRARCH- To Laura in Death.

Canzone V. Behind her Death Close following pace for pace, not mounted He whom the gods love dies young, while he yet

is in health, has his senses and his judgment Cn his pale horse !

sound. j. Multon-- Paradise Lost. Bk. X.

2. PLAUTUSBacchid. IV. 7, 18. Line 588.

Come, let the burial rite be read, Dut death comes not at call: justice divine The funeral song be sung! Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or An anthem for the queenliest dead cries.

That ever died so young k. Milton-Paradise Lost. Bk. X. A dirge for her the doubly dend

Line 858. In that she died so young.

2. PoE-Leonore. St. 1.

Death Gripned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear

A heap of dust alone remains of thee, His famine should be tilled.

'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

y POPE—To the Memory of an Line 845. i

Unfortunate Lady. Line 73.

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By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, | After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
By foreign bands thy decent limbs composid, Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,

poison,
By strangers honour'd, and by strangers Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
mourn'd.

Can touch him further. a. POPE- To the Memory of an Unfortunate n. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.

Lady. Line 51.

'A made a finer end and went away, an ir Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here had been any christom child; 'a parted even Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear;

just between twelve and one, e'en at the From Nature's tem p'rate feast rose satisfy'd turning o'th' tide: for after I saw him fumThank'd Heav'n that he had lived, and that ble with the sheets, and play with the flowers, he died.

and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew b. POPE - Epitaph X.

there was but one way; for his nose was as

sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green O death, all eloquent! you only prove

fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried outlove.

| God, God, God ! three or four times ; now I, C. Pops-Eloise to Abelard. Line 355.

| to comfort him, bid him 'n should not think Sleep and death, two twins of winged race,

of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

himself with any such thoughts yet. d. Pope's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XVI.

0. Henry V. Act II. Sc. 3. Line 831. A man can die but once;-we owe God a

death. "all me, my soul, can this be death ? POPE- The Dying Christian to his Soul.

p. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2.

And there, at Venice, gave leers, and life's poor play is o'er.

His body to that pleasant country's earth, PE - Essay on Man. Ep. II.

And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Line 282.

Under whose colours he had fought so long. as with fouler spite

9. Richard II. Act IV. Sc. 1.
marks.
QUARLES Divine Poems. Ed. 1669.

And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,

The better cherish'd still the nearer death. at no pain shall wake,

19. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 2. iat no moon shall break, shall overtake

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, fect calm.

Unhous'd, disappointed, unanel'd;
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. Dream-Land.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account
St. 4.
With all my imperfections on my head.

Hamlet. Act I, Sc. 5.
ch thy bootlesse teares, thy weeping is

Dar'st thou die? jot lost, for we in heaven shall one day

The sense of death is most in apprehension; meet again.

And the poor beetle that we tread upon, Roxburghe Ballads. The Bride's In corporal sufierance feels a pang as great Buriall. Edited by Chas. Hindley.

As when a giant dies.

Mcusure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. 's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Death, i necessary end,
SCHILLERThe Expectation. St. 4. Will come when it will come.

u. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 2.
, is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to Like a summer-dried fountain,

all; all shall die. When our neeil was the sorest.

v. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. k. SCOTT- Lady of the Lake. Canto III.

St. 16. Death, death! oh, amiable, lovely death, Like the dew on the mountain,

Come grin on me, and I will think thou Like the foam on the river,

smil'st. Like the bubble on the fountain,

20. king John. Act III. Sc. 4. Thou art gone, and for ever! 1. SCOTTLady of the Lake. Canto III. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

St. 12. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast,

a. Romeo and Juliet. Act IV. Sc. 5. And the sleep be on thee cast,

Death! my lord That shall ne'er know waking.

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too. The SCOTT- Guy Mannering. Ch. XXVII. y. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3.

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Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy | In that sleup of death what dreams may come. breath,

n. Hamlet, Act III. Sc. 1. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet

I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, With that sour ferryman which poets write And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

of, a. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3.

Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.

0. Richard III. Act I. So 4. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O

Let's choose executors, and talk of wills: you,

And yet not so,-for what can we bequeath, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous Save our deposed bodies to the ground ?

p. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. A dateless bargain to engrossing death. 6. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3,

My sick heart shows,

That I must yield my body to the earth, Golden lads and girls all must,

And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, c. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. Song. Whose arms gave shelter to the princely

eagle; Go thou, and fill another room in hell, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; That hand shall burn in never-quenching Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreadfire,

ing tree, That staggers thus my person.—Exton, thy | And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful fierce hand

wind. Hath, with thy king's blood, stain'd the q. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2.

king's own land Mount, mount my soul! thy seat is up on

Nothing can we call our own but death; high;

And that small model of the barren earth, Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here

Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. to die.

r. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. d. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5.

Nothing in his life
Have I not hideous death within my view, | Became him like the leaving it.
Retaining but a quantity of life

S. Macbeth. Act I, Sc. 4.
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax
Resolveth from its figure 'gainst the fire ?

0, our lives' sweetness! e. King John. Act V. Sc. 4,

That we the pain of death would hourly die,

Rather than die at once! He dies, and makes no sign.

t. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 3. f. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3. He gave his honours to the world again,

O proud death!

What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in

That thou so many princes, at a shoot, peace.

So bloodily hast struck ? g. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.

u. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail,

Safe in a ditch he bides, h. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2.

With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

The least a death to nature. He that cuts off twenty years of life

v. Macbeth. Act. III. Sc. 4. Cuts off so many years of fearing death. i. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1.

That we shall die we know; 'tis but the time, He that dies, pays all debts.

And drawing days out, that men stand upon.

2. Julius Cæsar. Act. III. Sc. 1. j. Tempest. Act III. Sc. 2. How oft, when men are at the point of death, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted Have they been merry! which their keepers

dead call

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. A lightning before death.

X. . Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. k. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. I do not set my life at a pin's fee;

The weariest and most loathed worldly life, And, for my soul, what can it do to that,

That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment

Can lay on nature, is a paradise Being a thing immortal ? lo Hariet. Act I, Sc. 4.

To what we fear of death.

y. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride,

The wills above be done! but I would fain And hug it in mine arms,

die a dry death. m. Measure for Measure. Act III. So, 1., 2. Tempest. Act I. So. 1.

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Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live First our pleasures die-and then must die,

Our hopes, and then our fears—and when Passing through nature to eternity.

These are dead, the debt is due, Q. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.

Dust claims dust-and we die too.

SHELLEY --Death. 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared, and look not for How wonderful is death, death and his it.

brother, sleep! b. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 2.

p. SHELLEY, Queen Mab. Line 1. To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, The lone couch of his everlasting sleep. And blown with restless violence round- | q. SHELLEY-Alastor. Line 57.

about The pendent world; or to be worse than

All buildings are but monuments of death, worst

All clothes but winding-sheets for our last Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts

knell, Imagine howlings !-'tis too horrible!

All dainty fattings for the worms beneath, c. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. All curious music, but our passing bell:

Thus death is nobly waited on, for why? To die,-to sleep,

All that we have is but death's livery. No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end

. SHIRLEY The Passing Bell. The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks

The glories of our blood and state That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation Are shadows, not substantial things; Devoutly to be wished.

There is no armour against fate, d. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1.

Death lays his icy hands on kings. We cannot hold mortalitie's strong hand.

Sceptre and crown e. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2.

Must tumble down,

And, in the dust, be equal made
We must die, Messala:

With the poor crooked scythe and spade. With meditating that she must die once,

s. SHIRLEY- Contention of Ajax and I have the patience to endure it now.

Ulysses. Sc. 3. f. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3.

We count it death to falter, not to die. We shall profane the service of the dead,

t. SIMONIDES—Jacobs I. 63, 20, To sing sage requiem, and such rest to her, As to peace-parted souls.

To our graves we walk g. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1.

In the thick footprints of departed men. Fal. What! is the old king dead ?

ALEX. SMITH-Horton. Line 570. Pist. As nail in door.

Death! to the happy thou art terrible; 'h. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 3. But thou the wretched love to think of thee,

O thou true comforter! the friend of all
What's yet in this,

Who have no friend beside!
That bears the name of life? Yet in this life
Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we

v. SOUTHEYJoan of Arc. Bk. I.

Line 326. fear, That makes these odds all even.

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, i. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. And soon the grassy coverlet of God When beggars die, there are no comets seen;

Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.

2. The heavens themselves blaze forth the death

BAYARD TAYLOR-The Picture of St.

John. Bk. III. St. 84. of princes. j. Julius Cæsar. Act. II. Sc. 2.

He that would die well must always look Where art thou death?

for death, every day knocking at the gates of

the grave; and then the grave shall never k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2.

prevail against him to do him mischief. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth X. JEREMY TAYLOR-Holy Dying. Ch. II. and dust?

Pt. I. And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Death has made 1. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2. His darkness beautiful with thee. Within the hollow crown,

y. TENNYSON-In Memoriam. That rounds the mortal temples of a king,

Pt. LXXIII. Keeps death his court; and there the antic God's finger touched him and he slept. sits,

z. TENNYSON- In Memoriam. Scofing his state, and grinning at his pomp.

Pt. LXXXIV. M. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2.

The night comes on that knows not morn, Woe, destruction, ruin, loss, decay; When I shall cease to be alone, The worst is-death, and death will have his To live forgotten, and love forlorn. day.

aa. TENNYSON- Mariana in the South. n. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 2.

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