Sidor som bilder
[blocks in formation]

What hath this day deserv'd? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters should be set
Among the high tides in the calendar?

King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 84.


The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Is all too wanton.

King John. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 34.



Day is the Child of Time,
And Day must cease to be:
But Night is without a sire,
And cannot expire,
One with Eternity.

R. H. STODDARD-Day and Night.

Call no man happy till he dead.
ÆSCHYLUS-Agamemnon. 938. Earliest ref-

erence. Also in SOPHOCLESTrachiniæ, and

Edipus Tyrannus.
But when the sun in all his state,

Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory's morning gate,

And walked in Paradise.

(See also GILDER, HOOD) Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,

In twilight land, in no man's land, Two hurrying shapes met face to face

And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, a-gape,

Shuddering in the glimmering light. "I know not,” said the second shape,

"I only died last night." T. B. ALDRICH-Identity

26 The white sail of his soul has rounded The promontory_death.


[blocks in formation]


A life that leads melodious days.

TENNYSON-In Memoriam. XXXIII. St. 2.

14 "A day for Gods to stoop,”

ay, And men to soar.

TENNYSONThe Lover's Tale. L. 304.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,

Advanced a stage or two upon that road Which you must travel in the steps they trod. ARISTOPHANES—Fragment. II. Trans. by CUMBERLAND.

(See also JONSON)




He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all his friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, “Abdallah's dead!”
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine—it is not I.

EDWIN ARNOLDHe Who Died at Azan.

But whether on the scaffold high,

Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die

Is where he dies for man.
MICHAEL J. BARRYThe Place to Die. In The

Dublin Nation. Sept. 28, 1844. Vol. II.
P. 809.



Death hath so many doors to let out life.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHERThe Custom of the Country. Act II. Sc. 2.

14 We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that

does so Need lamentation for him? BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER—Valentinian. Act

IV. Sc. 4.

Her cabin'd ample spirit,

It fluttered and fail'd for breath; Tonight it doth inherit

The vasty hall of death.



Pompa mortis magis terret quam mors ipsa.

The pomp of death alarms us more than death itself. Quoted by Bacon as from SENECA.

(See also BURTON)

How shocking must thy summons be, O Death!
To him that is at ease in his possessions:
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!

BLAIR-The Grave. L. 350.

[blocks in formation]

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's,
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.

BAILEY--Festus. Sc. Home.

[blocks in formation]

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection.

Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead. 20

Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay. Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead.

Quoted from Job. XIV. 1. 21 In the midst of life we are in death.

Book of Common Prayer. Burial of the Dead.

Media vita in morte sumus. From a Latin antiphon. Found in the choirbook of the monks of St. Gall. Said to have been composed by NOTKER (“The Stammerer”') in 911, while watching some workmen building a bridge at Martinsbrücke, in peril of their lives. LUTHER's antiphon "De Morte.Hymn XVIII is taken from this.


It is only the dead who do not return.

BERTRAND BARÈRE-Speech. (1794)


To die would be an awfully big adventure.



'Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival,
Through laughter, through the roses, as of old
Comes Death, on shadowy and relentless feet
Death, unappeasable by prayer or gold;
Death is the end, the end.
Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet
Death as a friend!



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.
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.
We wonder if this can be really the close,

Lite'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. Timor mortis morte pejor.

The fear of death is worse than death. BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. (Quoted.)

(See also Bacon) 17 Friend Ralph! thou hast Outrun the constable at last! BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III. L.




[blocks in formation]

Oh! death will find me, long before I tire

Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! RUPERT BROOKE—Sonnet. (Collection 1908

1911) Pliny hath an odd and remarkable Passage concerning the Death of Men and Animals upon the Recess or Ebb of the Sea. SIR THOMAS BROWNE—Letter to a Friend.

Sec. 7. (See also DICKENS) 4 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.

(See also RABELAIS) 5 The thousand doors that lead to death. SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici. Pt. I.

Sec. XLIV. 6 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.

7 The grand perhaps. ROBERT BROWNING-Bishop Blougram's A pology.

(See also RABELAIS)
Sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.


10 So he passed over and all the trumpets sounded For him on the other side. BUNYAN-Pilgrim's Progress. Death of Val

iant for Truth. Close of Pt. II.
Die Todten reiten schnell.

The dead ride swiftly.

But, oh! fell Death's untimely frost,
That nipt my flower sae early.

BURNSHighland Mary. There is only rest and peace In the city of Surcease From the failings and the wailings 'neath the sun,

"Whom the gods love die young,” was said of

yore. BYRONDon Juan. Canto IV. St. 12. (See also HERBERT, MENANDER, PLAUTUS)


[blocks in formation]


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 ČAMPIONDivine and Moral Songs.



His religion, at best, is an anxious wish; like that of Rabelais, "a great Perhaps.” CARLYLE-Burns.

(See also RABELAIS)




Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illuc unde negant redire quenquam.

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. CATULLUS—Carmina. III. 11.

(See also HAMLET, VERGIL) Soles occidere et redire possunt; Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, Nox est perpetua una dormienda.

Suns may set and rise; we, when our short day has closed, must sleep on during one neverending night. CATULLUS—Carmina. V. 4.

Undique enim ad inferos tantundem via est.

There are countless roads on all sides to the grave. CICEROTusculanarum Disputationum. I.43. 12

Supremus ille dies non nostri extinctionem sed commutationem affert loci.

That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place. CICEROTusculanarum Disputationum. I. 49.

Some men make a womanish complaint that it is a great misfortune to die before our time. I would ask what time? Is it that of Nature? But she, indeed, has lent us life, as we do a sum of money, only no certain day is fixed for payment. What reason then to complain if she demands it at pleasure, since it was on this condition that you received it.


Omnia mors æquat.

Death levels all things.
CLAUDIANUSDe Raptu Proserpinæ. II. 302.

15 Mors dominos servis et sceptra ligonibus æquat, Dissimiles simili conditione trahens.

Death levels master and slave, the sceptre and the law and makes the unlike like. In WALTER COLMAN's La Danse Machabre or

Death's Duell. (Circa 1633)

When death hath poured oblivion through my

veins, And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie In that vast house, common to serfs and

I shall not die, I shall not utterly die,

For beauty born of beautythat remains.



[blocks in formation]

Mors sceptra ligonibus æquat.

Inscribed over a 14th Century mural painting once at Battle Church, Sussex., Included in the 12th Century Vers sur la Mort. Ascribed to Thibaut de Marly. Also the motto of one of Symeoni's emblematic devices. See Notes and Queries, May, 1917. P. 134.

(See also SHIRLEY) 17 Death comes with a crawl or he comes with a

And whether he's slow, or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,

But only, how did you die?

[blocks in formation]
« FöregåendeFortsätt »