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{{Hoyt quote | num = 17 | text = None who e'er knew her can believe her dead; Though, should she die, they deem it well might be Her spirit took its everlasting flight In summer's glory, by the sunset sea, That onward through the Golden Gate is fled. Ah, where that bright soul is cannot be night. R. W. Gilder—"H. H." | seealso = (See also {{sc|Aldrich, Hood) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Death | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 18 | text = Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? Gray—Elegy. St. 11. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Death | page = 168 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 19 | text = He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. Gray—Progress of Poesy. III. 2. L. 99. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Death | page = 168 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 20 | text = Fling but a stone, the giant dies. Matthew Green—The Spleen. L. 93. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Death | page = 168 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 21 | text = When life is woe, And hope is dumb, The World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!" | author = Arthur Guiterman | work = Betel-Nuts. | topic = Death | page = 168 }}