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A. C. Swinburne amongst ancient Anthol antique artist Barthel Beham beautiful body Boscoreale British Museum bronze Christian Church coins commemorating compared connexion corpse Dance of Death dead death's-head device Diameter died doubtless dying edition emblem English engraved gems Epicurean Epicurus epigram Epigrammatists epitaph Etruscan famous figure of Death finger-ring French Furtwangler German Greek Anthology H. P. Dodd head hour-glass human skull Hypnos idea illustrated immortality inscribed inscription intaglio Isaac D'Israeli John kind King Latin legend likewise lines live London Lord Neaves Mediaeval memento mori memorial medal modern Moriendi Mors morte mortis motto obverse painted Paris philosopher physician picture poem poet portrait quod quoted referred regard representation represented reverse Roman sarcophagus satirical scene sepulchral monument similar sixteenth century skeleton sleep soul sun-dial Thanatos thee thou tomb translation various verses vita whilst winged woodcut
Page 19 - Tis hard to part when friends are dear— • Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 67 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 436 - To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Page 272 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Page 272 - For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 325 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 271 - Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 178 - May. There is no death! An angel form Walks o'er the earth with silent tread; He bears our best loved things away, And then we call them "dead.
Page 274 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death \ whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...