Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
I fled, and cryd out, Death Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.
But have I now seen Death?
I fled, and cried out Death!
O unexpected stroke, worse than of Death!
Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe.
Henceforth I fly not death, nor would prolong
Life much; bent rather, how I may be quit,
Fairest and easiest, of this cumbrous charge;
Which I must keep till my appointed day
Of rendering up, and patiently attend
My dissolution.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death.
Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Man's disobedience) brought into this World a world of woe, Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery, Death's Harbinger
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories