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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.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable read more
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
But when the sun in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory's morning read more
But when the sun in all his state,
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through glory's morning gate,
And walked in Paradise.
The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after read more
The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after death."
Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.
Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.
Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.
