164 DEATH DEATH
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all his friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine—it is not I.
Edwin Arnold—He Who Died at Azan.
Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
Matthew Arnold—Requiescat.
Pompa mortis magis terret quam mors ipsa.
The pomp of death alarms us more than
death itself.
Quoted by Bacon as from Seneca.
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. is as natural to die as to be born; and to a
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Bacon—Essays. Of Death.
Men fear Death, as children fear to go in the
dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
Bacon—Essays. Of Death.
What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.
Ascribed to Bacon. (Paraphrase of a Greek
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Blood is the base of all things—law and war.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. A Country Town.
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| text = The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's,
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Home.
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
Mrs. Barbauld—The Death of the Virtuous.
It is only the dead who do not return.
Bertrand Barere—Speech. (1794)
To die would be an awfully big adventure.
Barrie—Peter Pan.
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But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man.
Michael J. Barry—The Place to Die. In The
Dublin Nation. Sept. 28, 1844. Vol. II.
P. 809.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
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Country. Act II. Sc. 2.
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that
does so
Need lamentation for him?
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| work = Valentinian. Act
IV. Sc.4.
How shocking must thy summons be, O Death!
To him that is at ease in his possessions:
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!
Blair—The Grave. L. 350.
Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul!
What a strange moment must it be, when, near
Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in view!
That awful gulf, no mortal e'er repass'd
To tell what's doing on the other side.
Blair—The Grave. L. 369.
'Tis long since Death had the majority.
Blabs—The Grave. L. 451. Please "The
Great Majority" found in Plautus. Trinium. II. 214.
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| text = Beyond the shining and the shading
I shall be soon.
Beyond the hoping and the dreading
I shall be soon.
Love, rest and home—
Lord! tarry not, but come.
Horatio Bonar—Beyond the Smiling and the
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in
sure and certain hope of the resurrection.
Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead.
Man that is born of a woman hath but a short
time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh
up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it
were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead.
Quoted from Job. XIV. 1.
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Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead. Media vita in morte sumus. From a Latin antiphon. Found in the choirbook of the monks of St. Gall. Said to have been composed by Notker ("The Stammerer
