When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave. Hood. Wordsworth. stem; She died in beauty, like a pearl dropped from some diadem ; She died in beauty, like a lay along a moon-lit lake; brake ; She died in beauty, like the snow on flowers, dissolved away; She died in beauty, like a star lost on the brow of day. She lives in glory, like night's gems set round the silver moon; She lives in glory, like the sun amid the blue of June. There are remedies for all things but death. Carlyle. How fast has brother followed brother 25 I see a hand you cannot see, I hear a voice you cannot hear, 289 There's many an empty cradle, In that dread moment, how the frantic soul Brutes die but once Blest incommunicable privilege, for which Blair. Proud man, who rules the globe and reads the stars, Philosopher or hero, sighs in vain. He fears not dying-'tis a deeper fear. The thunder-peal cries to his conscience, "Hear!" Mrs. Hale. Death is the crown of life. Were death denied, poor men would live in vain; Were death denied, even fools would wish to die. Young. He dies and makes no sign. Shakspeare. |