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Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The carriage held just ourselves- And Immortality- -- Emily Dickinson "Poem 712"
Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall our fullfilments to out dreams And our desires. -- Wallace Stevens "Sunday Morning"
Do not go gentle into that night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of light. -- Dylan Thomas "Do not go gentle into that night"
I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair. -- Georgia Douglas Johnson
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave -- Bishop Hall
It may be that Death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again - It may be that only in Heaven I shall hear that grand Amen -- Adelaide Anne Proctor "A Lost Chord"
Shrine of the mighty! can it be That this is the remains of thee? -- George Gordon, Lord Byron "The Giaour"
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