finger touch'd him, and
beautiful it is for a man
to die on the walls of Zion! to be called like a watch-worn and weary
to put his armor off, and rest in heaven.—N.P. Willis.
and behold a pale
horse; and his name that sat on him was Death.—Revelation 6:8.
see our enemies and
friends gliding away before us, let us not forget that we are subject
the general law of mortality, and shall soon be where our doom will be
fixed forever.—Dr. Johnson.
- I have
seen those who have arrived
at a fearless contemplation of the future, from faith in the doctrine
our religion teaches. Such men were not only calm and supported, but
in the hour of death; and I never quitted such a sick chamber without a
hope that my last end might be like theirs.—Sir Henry Halford.
live as a conqueror,
a king or a magistrate; but he must die as a man. The bed of death
every human being to his pure individuality; to the intense
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
us; that all external things must fail to aid us; that even friends,
and human love and devotedness cannot succor us.—Webster.
There is no
The thing that we call death
name for life.
nature has prescribed
must be good; and as death is natural to us, it is absurdity to fear
Fear loses its purpose when we are sure it cannot preserve us, and we
draw resolution to meet it, from the impossibility to escape it.—Steele.
more;—and by a sleep
to say we end
heart-ache, and the
thousand natural shocks
is heir to.
the rich and relieves
the poor.—J.L. Basford.
is a thing that makes men weep,
the liberator of him
whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot
cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.—Colton.
And yet a
third of life
is pass'd in sleep.
Death is dawn—
day of life is that
on which one quits it.—Frederick the Great.
from a weary
and so remote the fear,
gives us sleep, eternal
youth, and immortality.—Richter.
never seeming near.
lives must die, passing
through nature to eternity. —Shakespeare.
not fear, nor yet
should you wish for your last day.—Martial.
- No man
knows that he must
die; he knows that in whatever quarter of the world he abides—whatever
be his circumstances—however strong his present hold of life—however
the prey of death he looks—that it is his doom beyond reverse to
- It is
no means a fact that
death is the worst of all evils; when it comes, it is an alleviation to
mortals who are worn out with sufferings.—Metastasio.
hath ten thousand
quietness at last.—Whittier.
For men to
have his day.—Shakespeare.
comes but once.—Beaumont
no! that look
is not the last;
nothing certain in
man's life but this, that he must lose it. —Owen Meredith.
We yet may
no more deplores
breathes that withering
- It is
I who die, when I
die, but my sin and misery.—Gotthold.
live, that, when
thy summons comes to join
the crown of life.—Young.
where each shall take
in the silent
halls of death,
not, like the
quarry-slave at night,
but sustain'd and sooth'd
approach thy grave,
that draws the
drapery of his couch
and lies down
to pleasant dreams.