DEATH DEATH
Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb In life's happy morning hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies. Moore—Song. Weep not for Those. </poem>
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How short is human life! the very breath
Which frames my words accelerates my death.
Hannah More—King Hezekwh.
Be happy while y'er leevin,
For y'er a lang time deid.
Scotch Motto for a house, in Notes and
Queries, Dec. 7, 1901. P. 469. Expression
used by Bill Nye.
At end of Love, at end of Life,
At end of Hope, at end of Strife,
At end of all we cling to so—
The sun is setting—must we go?
At dawn of Love, at dawn of Life,
At dawn of Peace that follows Strife,
At dawn of all we long for so—
The sun is rising—let us go.
Louise Chandler Moulton—At End.
There is rust upon locks and hinges,
And mould and blight on the walls,
And silence faints in the chambers,
And darkness waits in the halls.
Louise Chandler Moulton—House of Death.
Two hands upon the breast,
And labor's done;
Two pale feet cross'd in rest,
The race is won.
D. M. Mulock—Now and Afterwards.
Xerxes the great did die;
And so must you and I.
New England Primer. (1814)
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| text = <poem>When you and I behind the Veil are past.
Omar Khayyam—Rubaiyat. St. 47. (Not in
first ed.) FttzGerald's trans.
Strange—is it not?—that of the myriads who
Before us passed the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the road
Which to discover we must travel too.
Omar Khayyam—Rubaiyat. St. 68. FitzGerald's trans.
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| text = <poem>And die with decency.
Thomas Otway—Venice Preserved. Act V.
Sc.3.
Tendimus hue omnes; metam properamus ad
unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.
We are all bound thither; we are hastening
to the same common goal. Black death calls
all things under the sway of its laws.
Ovid—Ad Liviam. 359.
Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis
imago?
Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.
Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of
death? Fate will give an eternal rest.
Ovid—Amorwm. II. 9. 41.
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Ultima semper
Expectanda dies homini est, dicique beatus
Ante obitum nemo et suprema funera debet.
Man should ever look to his last day, and
no one should be called happy before his
funeral.
Ovid—Metamorphoses. III. 135.
Nee mihi mors gravis est posituro morte dolores.
Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay
aside my pains by death.
Ovtd—Metamorphoses. III. 471.
Quocunque adspicias, nihil est nisi mortis
imago.
Wherever you look there is nothing but the
image of death.
Ovid—Tristium. I. 2. 23.
Death's but a path that must be trod,
If man would ever pass to God.
Parnell—A Night-Piece on Death. L. 67.
Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand
Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away.
Who shall resist the summons?
Thomas Love Peacock—Time.
O lady, he is dead and gone!
Lady, he's dead and gone!
And at his head a green grass turfe,
And at his heels a stone.
Thos. Percy—Reliques. The Friar of Orders
Gray.
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay,
And who can rightly die needs no delay.
Petrarch—To Laura in Death. Canzone V.
St. 6.
Nam vita morti propior est quotidie.
For life is nearer every day to death.
PmEDRUs—Fables.
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Quem dii diligunt,
Adolescens moritur, dum valet, sentit, sapit.
He whom the gods love dies young, whilst
he is full of health, perception, and judgment.
Plautus—Bacchides. Act IV. 7." 18.
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| text = <poem>Omnibus a suprema die eadem, quae ante
primum; nee magis a morte sensus ullus aut
corpori aut animse quam ante natalem.
His last day places man in the same state as
he was before he was born; nor after death
has the body or soul any more feeling than
they had before birth.
Pliny the Elder—Historia Naturalis. LVT. 1.
De mortuis nil nisi bonum.
Concerning the dead nothing but good shall
be spoken.
Plutarch—Life of Solon. Given as a saying
of Solon. Attributed also to Chilo.
