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 DEATH. DEATH

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A little before you made a leap in the dark. Sir Thomas Browne—Works. II. 26. (Ed. 1708) Letters from the Dead. (1701) Works. II. P. 502. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Rabelais) i The thousand doors that lead to death. Sir Thomas Browne—Bdigio Medici. Pt.I. Sec. XLIV. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest. Robert Browning—A Death in the Desert. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The grand perhaps. RobertBrowntng—Bishop Blougram's Apology. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Rabelais) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 5 | text = Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About hi m, and lies down to pleasant dreams. Bryant—Thanatopsis. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Bryant—Thanatopsis. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = So he passed over and all the trumpets sounded For him on the other side. Bunyan—Pilgrim's Progress. Death of Valiant for Truth. Close of Pt. II. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Die Todten reiten schnell. The dead ride swiftly. Burger—Leonore. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early. Burns—Highland Mary. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There is only rest and peace In the city of Surcease From the failings and the wailings 'neath the sun, And the wings of the swift years Beat but gently o'er the biers Making music to the sleepers every one. Richard Burton—City of the Dead. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = They do neither plight nor wed In the city of the dead, In the city where they sleep away the hours. Richard Burton—City of the Dead. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = We wonder if this can be really the close, Life's fever cooled by death's trance; And we cry, though it seems to our dearest of foes, "God give us another chance." Richard Burton—Song of the Unsuccessful. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Timor mortis morte pejor. The fear of death is worse than death. | author = Burton | work = Anatomy of Melancholy. | place = (Quoted.) | seealso = (See also {{sc|Bacon}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Friend Ralph! thou hast Outrun the constable at last! Butler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III. L. 1,367. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Heaven gives its favourites—early death. Byron—ChOde Harold. Canto IV. St. 102. Also Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 12. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Herbert, Menander, Plautus}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 179. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns! | author = Byron | work = Don Juan. Canto III. St. 108. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = "Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore. | author = Byron | work = Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 12. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Herbert, Menander, Plautus}}) | topic = | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep. | author = Byron | work = Don Juan. Canto XIV. St. 3. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Oh, God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood! | author = Byron | work = Prisoner of Chillon. St. 8. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Down to the dust!—and, as thou rott'st away, Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay. | author = Byron | work = A Sketch. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the ex-Chancellor, and expressed a hope that he would make a good end, although to an expiring Chancellor death was now armed with a new terror. Campbell—Lives of the Chancellors. Vol. VII. P. 163. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And I still onward haste to my last night; Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; So every day we live, a day we die. Thomas Campion—Divine and Moral Songs. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 165 }}