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1. He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.
KEATs—Endymion. Bk. II.
Ilong to believe in immortality, , * * * If I am destined to be happy with you here— how short is the longest life. I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you forever.
KEATs—Letters to Fanny Brawne. XXXVI.
3. Men are immortal till their work is done. DAVID LIVINGSTONE–Letter. Describing the death of BISHOP MACKENZIE in ica. March, 1862. (See also FULLER)
4. And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. LoNGFELLow—The Building of the Ship. L. 375.
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives, whom we call dead.
6 I came from God, and I'm of back to God, and I won't have any gaps of death in the middle of my life. Goof MAcDoNALD–Mary Marston. Ch.
7 Of such as he was, there be few on earth; Of such as he is, there are few in Heaven: And life is all the sweeter that he lived, And all he loved more sacred for his sake: And Death is all the brighter that he died, And Heaven is all the happier that he's there.
GERALD MAssEy—In Memoriam for Earl
s For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion?
MILTON.—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 146.
19 Thy lord shall never die, the whiles this verse Shall live, and surely it shall live for ever: For ever it shall live, and shall rehearse His worthy praise, and vertues dying never, Though death his soule do from hi ie sever: And thou to: herein shalt also live; Such grace the heavens doe to my verses give.
SPENSER—The Ruines of Time. L. 253.
20 I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of
the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I o I ever forget, that I have no wings to y, that I am bound in this spot evermore. RABINDRANATH TAGORE–Gardener. 5.
21 Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
TENNYSON.—Maud. Pt. XXVI.
22 It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
23 But felt through all this fleshly dresse *:::: shootes of everlastingnesse. WAUGHAN–The