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Laying.enied hierdreupon many a heart, had
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, 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, 6. 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.
CHARLES KINGSLEY - A Lament,
LAMB-Hester. St. 1.
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
LORD LANSDOWNE- Meditation on can only fear dying.
Decih. J. C. and A. W. HARE- Guesses at
And, as she looked around, she saw how
Death, the consoler, Death rides on every passing breeze,
healed it forever. He lurks in every flower. 5. HEBER- At a Funeral.
p. LONGFELLOW- Evangeline. Pt. II.
Death never takes one alone, but two! Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not
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.
And comes again ere the year is o'er. g. HEBER— At a Funeral.
Never one of a household only. Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
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, ኢ. Mrs. HEMANS—A Dirge.
That thou shouldst die before thou hadst Leaves have their time to fall,
LONGFELLOW– Three 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,
And mournings for the dead.
8. LONGFELLOW-Resignation. i. Mrs. HEMANS—The 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. I. 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. ) HOOD- The Death-bed.
LONGFELLOW-The Reaper and the Those whom God loves, die young.
Flowers. k. Monumental Inscription in Morroenstow
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;
The vague surmises and suggestions,
That fill thy soul with doubt and fear.
LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden
Legend. Pt. V.
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! C. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden
Legend. Pt. IV. To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late, And how can man die better
Than, facing fearful odds,
And the temples of his gods?
ļloratius. XXVII. She thought our good-night kiss was given,
And like a lily her life did close;
Angels uncurtain'd that repose,
There's nothing terrible in death;
'Tis but to cast our robes away, And sleep at night without 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.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life,
Stood grim Death now in view.
Act IV. Sc. 2.
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 ir 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.
0. 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 hail fought so long. 9.
Richard 11. 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.
as with fouler spite marks. QUARLES — Divine Poems. Ed. 1669. at no pain shall wake, at no moon shall break, shall overtake fect calm. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. Dream-Land.
in vain ;
Dar'st thou die? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies.
t. Mousure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1.
Death, n necessary end, Will come when it will come.
U. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 2.
ch thy bootlesse teares, thy weeping is
Buriall. Edited by Chas. Hindley. 's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
SCHILLER- The Expectation. St. 4.
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!
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.
Richard III. Act I. So 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. g. 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 thus 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.
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. So, 1.
'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, When men are unprepared, and look not for
it. b. Richard 111. Act III. Sc. 2. To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round
about The pendent world; or to be worse than
worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howlings !—'tis too horrible! Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1.
To die,-to sleep, No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural
shocks That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.
d. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. We cannot hold mortalitie's strong hand. King John. Act IV. Sc. 2.
We must die, Messala: With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now.
f. Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. We shall profane the service of the dead, To sing sage requiem, and such rest to her, As to peace-parted souls.
g. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. Fal. What is the old king dead ? Pist. As nail in door. h. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 3.
What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we
fear, That makes these odds all even.
Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death
of princes. j Julius Cæsar. Act. II. Sc. 2. Where art thou death?
k. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth
and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. I. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2.
Within the hollow crown, That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court; and there the antic
sits, Scofing his state, and grinning
at his pomp.
First our pleasures die-and then
brother, sleep! P. SHELLEY - Queen Mab. Line 1. The lone couch of his everlasting sleep.
9. SHELLEY-Alastor. Line 57. All buildings are but monuments of death, All clothes but winding-sheets for our last
knell, All dainty fattings for the worms beneath, All curious music, but our passing bell:
Thus death is nobly waited on, for why?
All that we have is but death's livery.
Sceptre and crown
Must tumble down,
Ulysses. Sc. 3. We count it death to falter, not to die. t. SIMONIDES—Jacobs I. 63, 20.
To our graves we walk
ALEX. SMITH-Horton. Line 570.
Line 326. Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale. BAYARD TAYLOR— The Picture of St.
John. Bk. III. St. 84. He that would die well must always look for death, every day knocking at the gates of the grave; and then the grave shall never prevail against him to do him mischief. JEREMY TAYLOR—Holy Dying. Ch. II.
Pt. I. Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee. y. TENNYSON-In Memoriam.
Pt. LXXIII. God's finger touched him and he slept. TENNYSON- In Memoriam.
Pt. LXXXIV. The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn. aa. TENNYSON- Mariana in the South.