Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage
I see before me the Gladiator lie He leans upon his hand - his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony.
In the midst of the dying and the dead?
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.
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