Life was paltry, and death its end.

Thou deemest death the worst of mortal woes?

Thou art indeed her peer, For she forgot in absence, And did to death her dear.

He became obedient; obedient to death; and that death the shameful and dreadful death of the cross.

I began with observing, that Mr. (now Sir Joseph) Banks tells us, that the art of slaughtering animals was not known in Otaheité, for, instead of bleeding to death their dogs, (a common food with them,) they strangle them.

The "Watcher and the Holy One" that visited Nebuchadnezzar come to Sir Eustace in vision and pronounce his fate: "Full be his cup, with evil fraught Demons his guides, and death his doom.

Recovery had become the rule, and death a remarkable event.

Let every thought and work and word To Thee be ever given; Then life shall be Thy service, Lord, And death the gate of heaven.

It has just condemned to death the Commandant Girod, who refused to march against the "enemy."

For Betty did not knowthough the realization came to her later, with bitter tears that all unconsciously she had entered that fabled kingdom, the knowledge of which makes life a mystery, death a glory!

Will not death any man? Anton.

preparation is the sauce, death the meate, my soule & body the guests; & to this feast will I goe, boldly as a man, humbly as a Christian, & bravely as an Englishman.

One, kneeling to a lyre, touched the strings, Muffling to death the pathos with his wings, And ever and anon uprose to look At the youth's slumber; while another took A willow-bough distilling odorous dew, And shoot it on his hair; another flew In through the woven roof, and fluttering-wise Rained violets upon his sleeping eyes.' 1. 2.

While death a prisoner Lazarus kept, The Son of God stood by and wept; And, father, here are tears for thee, The babe that prattled on thy knee, And grew in beauty by thy side, Till warm affection's glowing tide Gushed from the fountain in thy breast, To cherish her who made thee blest.

"The 'Four Yew Trees,' and the mysterious company which you have assembled there, 'Death the Skeleton and Time the Shadow.'

My musicke is a Canon; a pitcht field my stage; Furies the Actors, blood and vengeance the scaene; death the story; a sword imbrued with blood the pen that writes; and the Poet a terrible buskind Tragical fellow with a wreath about his head of burning match instead of Bayes.

Does not death advance every moment with gigantic strides?

He felt no pain at all in his body, and his sensations were even agreeable; life seemed to have lost its bitterness, and death its terror: in this condition he would have listened with equal indifference to the announcement of his recovery, or of his inevitable death.