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And step alone upon the other side
11 If we could know!
To die is landing on some silent shore, Mrs. FOSTER ELY-If We could Know. Where billows never break nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis o'er. 1 He thought it happier to be dead,
SIR SAMUEL GARTH—The Dispensary. Canto
III. L. 225. To die for Beauty, than live for bread.
12 EMERSON—Beauty. L. 25.
The prince who kept the world in awe,
The judge whose dictate fix'd the law; But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay. The rich, the poor, the great, the small, EURIPIDES—Alcestis. 418. Also Andromache. Are levell’d; death confounds 'em all. 1271
GAY--Fables. Pt. II. Fable 16.
13 3 Out of the strain of the Doing,
Dead as a door nail. Into the peace of the Done;
Gay-New Song of New Similes. LANGLAND Out in the thirst of Pursuing,
Piers Ploughman. II. L. 183. (1362) Into the rapture of Won.
WILLIAM OF PALERNE-Romance (About Out of grey mist into brightness,
1350) II Henry IV. Act V. Sc. 3. Deaf Out of pale dusk into Dawn
as a door nail. RABELAIS-IIJ. 34. Trans. Out of all wrong into rightness,
by URQUHART. We from these fields shall be gone. "Nay," say the saints, "Not gone but come, Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel band, Into eternity's Harvest Home.”
Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand, W. M. L. Far-Poem in Sunday at Home. The' upholder, rueful harbinger of death, May, 1910.
Waits with impatience for the dying breath.
GAY-Trivia. Bk. II. L. 467.
For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou down.
return. THOMAS FLATMAN—The Whim.
Genesis. III. 19. (See also RABELAIS)
What if thou be saint or sinner, Young Never-Grow-Old, with your heart of gold
Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,-And the dear boy's face upon you;
Empty paunch, or jolly dinner, It is hard to tell, though we know it well,
When Death thee shall call. That the grass is growing upon you.
All alike are rich and richer, ALICE FLEMING-Spion Kop.
King with crown, and cross-legged stitcher,
When the grave hides all. 6
R.W.GILDER-Drinking Song. A dying man can do nothing easy.
17 FRANKLIN—Last Words.
None who e'er knew her can believe her dead;
Though, should she die, they deem it well might La montagne est passée; nous irons mieux.
be The mountain is passed; now we shall get
Her spirit took its everlasting flight on better.
In summer's glory, by the sunset sea, FREDERICK THE GREAT. Said to be his last
That onward through the Golden Gate is fled. words.
Ah, where that bright soul is cannot be night.
R. W. GILDER—"H. H." 8 Why fear death? It is the most beautiful
(See also ALDRICH, HOOD) adventure in life.
Can storied urn or animated bust CHARLES FROHMAN. Last words before he
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? sank in the wreck of the Lusitania, tor Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, pedoed by the Germans, May 7, 1915. So
Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? reported by RITA JOLIET.
GRAY-Elegy. St. 11. (See also BARRIE) Drawing near her death, she sent most pious The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul Where angels tremble while they gaze, saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks He saw; but blasted with excess of light, of her sicknesse broken body.
Closed his eyes in endless night. FULLER—The Holy and the Profane State.
GRAY-Progress of Poesy. III. 2. L. 99. Bk. I. Ch. II.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies. Had (Christ] the death of death to death
MATTHEW GREEN–The Spleen. L. 93. Not given death by dying:
21 The gates of life had never been
When life is woe,
And hope is dumb,
churchyard of Castle-Camps, Cambridge- The Grave says, “Come!"
12 We all do fade as a leaf.
Isaiah. LXIV. 6. 13
The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Job. I. 21. 14
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Job. VII. 10.'
15 The land of darkness and the shadow of death.
Job. X. 21.
16 Then with no fiery throbbing pain,
No cold gradations of decay,
And freed his soul the nearest way.
Robert Levet. St. 9. (“No fiery throbs of
Thou art but gone before, Whither the world must follow. BEN JONSON—Epitaph on Sir John Roe. In DODD's Epigrammatists. P. 190.
(See also HENRY)
One more unfortunate
Weary of breath,
Gone to her death!
We watch'd her breathing thro’ the night,
Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
Mors sola fatetur Quantula sint hominum corpuscula.
Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men. JUVENALSatires. X. 172.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a Death is delightful. Death is dawn, more painful deatb than the animals that know The waking from a weary night nothing.
Of fevers unto truth and light. MAETERLINCK-Joyzelle. Act I.
JOAQUIN MILLER—Even So. St. 35.
14 Nascentes morimur, finiaque ab origine pendet. O fairest flower; no sooner blown but blasted,
We begin to die as soon as we are born, Soft, silken primrose fading timelessly. and the end is linked to the
MILTON- Ode on the Death of a Fair Infant MANILIUS--Astronomica. IV. 16.
Dying of a Cough.
15 I want to meet my God awake.
So spake the grisly Terror. MARIA-THERESA, who refused to take a drug MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 704. when dying, according to CARLYLE.
I fled, and cried out Death; Hic rogo non furor est ne moriare mori?
Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd This I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself From all her caves, and back resounded Death. in order to escape death?
MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 787. MARTIAL-Epigrams. II. 80. 2.
Before mine eyes in opposition sits When the last sea is sailed and the last shallow Grim Death, my son and foe. charted,
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 803. When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored,
Death When the last fire is out and the last guest de Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear parted
His famine should be filled. Grant the last prayer that I shall pray, Be good MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 845.
to me, O Lord. MASEFIELD-D’Avalos' Prayer.
Eas'd the putting off
These troublesome disguises which we wear. When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 739. When Death makes his arrest we have to go. MASEFIELD-Widow in the Bye Street. Pt. II.
Behind her Death
Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet She thought our good-night kiss was given, On his pale horse. And like a lily her life did close;
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. X. L. 588. Angels uncurtain'd that repose, And the next waking dawn'd in heaven.
How gladly would I meet GERALD MASSEY—The Ballad of Babe Chris Mortality my sentence, and be earth tabel.
Insensible! how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap! Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. X. L. 775. I shall find one. MASSINGER-A Very Woman. Act V. Sc. 4. And over them triumphant Death his dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked. He whom the gods love dies young.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. L. 491. MENANDER-Dis Exapaton. Same in Dio
NYSIUS--Ars Rhetorica. Vol. V. P. 364.
Nous sommes tous mortels, et chacun est pour
soi. (See also BYRON)
We are all mortal, and each one is for There's nothing certain in man's life but this: himself. That he must lose it.
MOLIÈRE-L'École des Femmes. II. 6. OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Clytemnestra. Pt. XX.
On n'a point pour la mort de dispense de Rome. If I should die to-night,
Rome can give no dispensation from death. My friends would look upon my quiet face
MOLIÈRE-L'Etourdi. II. 4. Before they laid it in its resting-place,
(See also KEMPIS) And deem that death had left it almost fair. ROBERT C. V. MEYERS-If I should Die To La mort (dict on) nous acquitte de toutes nos night.
obligations. See 100 Choice Selections. No. 27. P. 172 Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations.
MONTAIGNE-Essays. Bk. I. Ch. 7. La Aujourd'hui si la mort n'existait pas, il mort est la recepte a touts maulx. MONfaudrait l'inventer.
TAIGNE--Essays. Bk. II. Ch. III. Today if death did not exist, it would be necessary to invent it.
There's nothing terrible in death;
Louis XVI. BISMARCK used same expression And sleep at night, without a breath
MONTGOMERY-In Memory of Ě. G.