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Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. - Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs--Funeral Thoughts (bk. II, vol. IX, hymn 63) One may live as a conqueror, a king or a magistrate; but he must die as a man. The bed of death brings every human being to his pure individuality; to the intense contemplation of that deepest and most solemn of all relations, the relation between the creature and his Creator. Here it is that fame and renown cannot assist us; that all external things must fail to aid us; that even friends, affection and human love and devotedness cannot succor us. - Daniel Webster The bed of death brings every human being to his pure individuality; to the intense contemplation of that deepest and most solemn of all relations, the relation between the creature and his Creator. - Daniel Webster Death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits. - John Webster I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits. - John Webster, Duchess of Malfi (act IV, sc. 2) I saw him even now going the way of all flesh. - John Webster, Westward Ho (act II, sc. 2) Like Moses to thyself convey, And kiss my raptur'd soul away. - Samuel Wesley, the Elder, Collection Hymn (229, folio 221) It is hard To feel the hand of death arrest one's steps, Throw a chill blight o'er all one's budding hopes, And hurl one's soul untimely to the shades Lost in the gaping gulf of blank oblivion. - Henry Kirke White Joy, shipmate, joy (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! Joy, shipmate, joy! - Walt Whitman, Joy, Shipmate, Joy O, I see that life cannot exhibit all to me, as day cannot, I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death. - Walt Whitman, Night on the Prairies Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. - Walt Whitman, Stating from Paumanok (no. 12) God giveth quietness at last. - John Greenleaf Whittier It is infamy to die, and not be missed. - Carlos Wilcox Alas, I am dying beyond my means. - Oscar Wilde (Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde), as he sipped champagne on his deathbed I am dying beyond my means. - Oscar Wilde (Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde) I am in a duel to the death with this wallpaper, one of us has got to go. - Oscar Wilde (Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde), a month before he died on his bed Don't look forward to the day when you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know that you're dead. - Tennessee Williams It is not the fear of death That damps my brow; It is not for another breath I ask thee now; I could die with a lip unstirred. - Nathaniel Parker Willis, paraphrase of Andre's letter to Washington How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven! - Nathaniel Parker Willis, On the Death of a Missionary For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine; And he cares for nothing! a king is he-- Come on, old fellow, and drink with me! With you I will drink to the solemn past, Though the cup that I drain should be my last. - William Winter, Orgia--The Song of a Ruined Man If I had thought thou couldst have died I might not weep for thee; But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be; It never through my mind had passed, That time would e'er be o'er When I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! - Rev. Charles Wolfe, Song--The Death of Mary But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. - Rev. Charles Wolfe, The Burial of Sir John Moore Death is the quiet haven of us all. - William Wordsworth The good die first; and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust burn to the socket. - William Wordsworth O, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. - William Wordsworth, Excursion (bk. I) Displaying page 34 of 36 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 [34] 35 36
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