30. 'T is midnight's holy hour-and silence now 31. Ere the evening lamps are lighted, G. D. PRENTICE. H. W. LONGFELLOW. 32. Night's starry host gather'd in brightness high, MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. CARLOS WILCOX. MRS. BROOKS. 33. The sun now rests upon the mountain tops. P. B. ELDER. 36. The king of day had dipp'd his weary head J. T. WATSON. 1. DEATH-GRAVE. Death is a fearful thing: SHAKSPEARE. 176 DEATH-GRAVE. 2. Is it not better to die willingly, Than linger till the glass be all outrun ? 3. Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, 4. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. 5. Can storied urn, or animated bust 6. SPENSER. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Death, grim death 7. The sceptred king, the burthen'd slave, 8. Death is the crown of life: GRAY'S Elegy. : CONGREVE. Were death denied, poor man would live in vain. This king of terrors is the prince of peace. YOUNG's Night Thoughts. 9. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ! YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 10. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart: Here tired dissimulation drops her mask, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 11. O death, all eloquent! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 't is man we love. POPE'S Eloisa. 12. Death, when unmask'd, shows us a friendly face, 13. The prince, who kept the world in awe, GOLDSMITH. GAY's Fables. 14. There shall the yew her sable branches spread, 15. GAY's Dione. Leaves have their times to fall, 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. 20. Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall; BYRON. BYRON'S Lara. The dome of thought the palace of the soul. 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, BYRON's Mazeppa. 23. What shall he be ere night? - Perchance a thing O'er which the raven flaps his funeral wing! BYRON'S Corsair. 24. Oh God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing! 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? MRS. A. B. WELBY. 29. There lay the warrior and the son of song, MRS. NORTON'S Dream. 30. Ah! it is sad when one thus link'd departs! When Death, that mighty sev'rer of true hearts, • Sweeps through the halls so lately loud in mirth, And leaves pale Sorrow weeping by the hearth! 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! 32. Oh, there is a sweetness in beauty's close, W. G. CLARK. Like the perfume scenting the wither'd rose ! J. G. PERCIVAL. 33. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurra, Like flowers at set of sun. FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 34. All at rest now all dust!-wave flows on wave, The New Timon. |