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Death Quotes- Page 1
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Marley was dead: to
begin with... Old Marley was as dead as a
door nail.
Dickens, A Christmas Carol |
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Let the dead bury their
dead.
New
Testament, Matthew, VIII, 22 |
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When I am dead, my
dearest, sing no sad songs for me; plant
thou no roses at my head,
nor shady cypress tree: Be the green
grass above me witch
showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou
wilt, remember, and if
thou wilt, forget.
Christina Rossetti, Song |
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Strew on her roses,
roses, and never a spray of yew. In quiet she
reposes: Ah I would
that I did too.
Matthew Arnold, Requiescat |
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O Death! the poor man's
dearest friend the kindest and the best.
Burns, Man Was Made to Mourn |
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Da spreeng ees con; but
oh, da joy Eet is too late! he was so cold.
My leetia boy, he no
could wait.
T. A. Daly, Do Leeta Boy |
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Afraid? Of whom am I
afraid? Not Death, for who is he? The
porter of my
father's lodge as much abasheth me.
Emily Dickinson, Time and Etermity |
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Death be not proud,
though some have called thee mighty and
dreadful, for thou
art not so, for, those, whom thou think'st, thou
dost overthrow, die
not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me..
death, thou shalt
die.
John Donne, Holy Sonnet: X |
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Account ye no man happy
till he die.
Euripides,
Daughters of Troy |
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The little toy dog is
covered with dust, but sturdy and staunch he
stands: and the
little toy soldier is red with rust, and his musket
moulds in his hands:
time was when the little toy dog was new,
and the soldier was
passing fair: and that was the time when our
Little boy blue
kissed them and put them there.
Eugene Field, Little Boy Blue |
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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 dull cold
ear of death?
Gray,
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard |
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When life is woe, and hope is
dumb, the World says, ''Go!'' the
Grave says, ''Come!''
Arthur
Guiterman, Betel-Nuts |
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One more unfortunate, weary of
breath, rashly importunate gone
to her death! take her up
tenderly, lift her with care; fashioned so
slenderly, young, and so
fair!
Thomas
Hood, The Bridge of sighs |
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Our very hopes belied our
belied our fears, our fears our hopes
belied; we thought her dying
when she slept, and sleeping when
she died.
Thomas
Hood. The Death-Bed |
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Pale death, with impartial
step, knocks at the poor man's cottage
and the palaces of kings.
(Pallid a Mors aequo pulsat pede...)
Horace,
Odes, I, 4 |
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With rue my heart is laden for
golden friends I had, for many a
rose-lipt maiden and many a
lightfoot lad.
A. E.
Housman, A Shropshire Lad |
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