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DAY DEATH

Longissimus dies cito conditur.

The longest day soon comes to an end.
Pliny the Younger—Epistles. DC. 36.
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 | text = <poem>Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou
knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Proverbs. XXVII. 1.


Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto
night showeth knowledge.
Psalms. XLX. 2.


Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night; sweet Phosphor, bring the
day!
Quarles—Emblems.
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We met, hand to hand,
We clasped hands close and fast,
As close as oak and ivy stand;
But it is past:
Come day, come night, day comes at last.
Christina G. Rossetti—Twilight. Night. I.
St. 1.
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 | text = <poem>Die schonen Tage in Aranjuez
Sind nun zu Ende.
The lovely days in Aranjuez are now at an
end.
Schiller—Don Carlos. I. 1. 1.
 O, such a day,
So fought, so follow'd and so fairly won.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 20.
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 | text = What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the calendar?
King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 84.


The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton.
King John. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 34.


Day is the Child of Time,
And Day must cease to be:
But Night is without a sire,
And cannot expire,
One with Eternity.
R. H. Stoddard—Day and Night.


Discipulus est priori posterior dies.
Each day is the scholar of yesterday.
Syrub—Maxims.


But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
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A life that leads melodious days.
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 | work = In Memoriam. XXXIII. St. 2.


"A day for Gods to stoop," * * * ay,
And men to soar.
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 | text = Diem perdidi.
I have lost a day.
Titds. See Suetonius—Titus. VIII.
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 | text = <poem>Expectada dies aderat.
The longed for day is at hand.
VvaQTL—jEneid. V. 104.


Mes jours s'en sont allez errant.
My days are gone a-wandering.
VrLLON—Grand Testament.


One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
Wordsworth—Nutting.


On all important time, thro' ev'ry age,
Tho' much, and warm, the wise have urged; the
man
Is yet unborn, who duly weighs an hour,
"I've lost a day"—the prince who nobly cried
Had been an emperor without his crown;
Of Rome? say rather, lord of human race.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 97.
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The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Young—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 180.
DEATH
 


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 | text = <poem>Death is a black camel, which kneels at the
gates of all.
Abd-el-Kader.


This is the last of earth! I am content.
John Quincy Adams. His Last Words. Josiah Quincy—Life of John Quincy Adams.


Call no man happy till he is dead.
^Eschylus^—Agamemnon. 938. Earliest reference. Also in Sophocles—Trachinioe, and
CEdipus Tyrannus.


But when the sun in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory's morning gate,
And walked in Paradise.
James Aldrich—A Death Bed.
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 | text = <poem>Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" "cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."
T. B. Ajldrich—Identity
 
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory—death.
William Alexander—The Icebound Ship.


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| text = <poem>Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, 

Advanced a stage or two upon that road Which you must travel in the steps they trod. Aristophanes—Fragment. II. Trans, by Cumberland.

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