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God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"--a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people read more
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die"--a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
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Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also read more
The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to
them all.
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.
