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So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with read more
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Tis after death that we measure men.
It is only the dead who do not return.
It is only the dead who do not return.
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It is never death because they live in your heart foever.
