DAUGHTER-continued.

Duty demands, the parent's voice
Should sanctify the daughter's choice,

In that is due obedience shown;

To choose, belongs to her alone.

DAWN-DAYBREAK-see Morning.

The morning steals upon the night,

Thos. Moore.

Melting the darkness.

Sh. Temp. v. 1.

But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Should in the furthest east begin to draw

The shady curtains from Aurora's bed.

Sh. Rom. 1. 1.

The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light. Ib. 11. 3.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

Sh. Rom. II. 5.

Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wand'ring here and there,

Troop home to church-yards.

Sh. Mid. N. III. 2.

Ib. 111. 2.

The eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune, with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Sh. H. VI. 11. 2,

Look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,

Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. Sh. Ham. 1. 1.

Look, the gentle day,

Before the wheels of Phœbus, round about

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. Sh. M. Ado, v. 3.

The silent hours steal on,

And flaky darkness breaks within the east. Sh. Ric. III. v. 3.
The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane,
Dividing darkness from the dawning main.

DEATH-see Grave, Mourning.

Byron, Island.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Sh. Jul. C. 11. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;

Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Will come, when it will come.

Sh. Jul. C. 11. 2.

DEATH-continued.

0 mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low?

Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,

Sh. Jul. C. 111. 1.

That age, ache, and penury, and imprisonment

Can lay on nature, is a paradise

To what we fear of death.

Sh. M. for M. 111. 1.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot:
This sensible warm motion to become
Akneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world.

Sh. M. for M. 111. 1.

The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear.

Passing through nature to eternity.

All that live must die,

To die to sleep

Sh. M. for M. 111. 1.

Sh. M. for M. v. 1.

Sh. Ham. 1. 2.

No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to ;-'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.

To die! to sleep:

Sh. Ham. III. 1.

Sh. Ham. 111. 1.

To sleep! perchance, to dream; -ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect,
That makes calamity of so long life.
The dread of something after death
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No returns, puzzles the will,
ills we have,

traveller

Lay her i' the earth;

Than fly to others that we know not of.
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!

Sh. Ham. III. 1.

Sh. Ham. v. 1.

Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away :
O! that the earth, which kept the world in awe,

Should patch a wall, t' expel the Winter's flaw! Sh. Ham. v.1.

The sands are number'd, that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Sh. H. VI. 1. 4.

Kings and mightiest potentates must die,

For that's the end of human misery.

Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,

Sh. Hen. VI. 1. 111. 2.

When death's approach is seen so terrible. Sh. H. VI. 2, 111. 3.

Nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one who had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,

As 'twere a careless trifle.

Sh. Macb. 1. 4.

Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
How oft, when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death.

Sh. Macb. v. 7.

Sh. Rom. IV. 5.

Sh. Rom. v. 3.

I could have better spar'd a better man.

Sh. Hen. IV. v. 4.

What! old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!

He that dies this year is quit for the next. Sh. Hen. IV. 111. 2.

They say the tongues of dying men

Enforce attention, like deep harmony:
Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.

Sh. Ric. II. II. 1.

He that no more may say is listen'd more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze;
More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:
The setting sun and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Sh. Ric. II. II. 1.
Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. Sh. Ric. II. 11. 1.
O, sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her. Sh. Cymb. 11. 2.
He that hath a will to die by himself,
Fears it not from another.

Sh. Coriolanus v. 3. DEATH-continued.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry ;As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I begone; Save that, to die, I leave my love alone. Death is not free for any man's election, Till nature or the law impose it on him. Chapman, C. and P. And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

Sh. Sonnet 66.

Dekker, Old For.

'Tis the only discipline we are born for;
All studies else are but as circular lines,
And death the centre where they all must meet. Massinger.

All things decay with time: the forest sees
The growth and downfal of her aged trees;
That timber tall, which three-score lustres stood,
The proud dictator of the state-like wood;
I mean the sovereign of all plants, the oak
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver's stroke.

Herrick, Hesp. 476.

Behind her death,

Milton, P. L. x. 588.

Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet
On his pale horse.
Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds,
Perverse, all monstrous, all
Abominable, unutterable, and worse
Than fables yet have feign'd, or fear conceived,

prodigious things,

Chimeras dire. Milton, P. L.11.624.

Death levels all things in his march,
Nought can resist his mighty strength
The palace proud, triumphal arch,
Shall mete their shadow's length;
The rich, the poor, one common bed
Shall find in
Where

the unhonour'd grave,

Of tyrant and of slave.

Weeds shall crown alike the head

Marvell,

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DEATH.

DEATH-continued.

I feel death rising higher still, and higher
Within my bosom; every breath I fetch

Shuts up my life within a shorter compass;

And, like the vanishing sound of bells, grows less

And less each pulse, till it be lost in air. Dryden, Riv. Ladies,

Distrust and darkness of a future state

Make poor mankind so fearful of their fate.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear

To be we know not what, we know not where. Dryden, Aur.

Death's but a path that must be trod,

If man would ever pass to God.

In many nations of the peopled earth,

Parnell.

A thousand and a thousand shall do with me. Rowe, J. Shore.

I was born to die:

'Tis but expanding thought, and life is nothing.

Ages and generations pass away,

And with resistless force, like waves o'er waves,

Roll down the irrevocable stream of time,

Into the insatiate ocean of for ever.

Rowe.

Death is the privilege of human nature;
And life without it were not worth our taking.
Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner

Fly for relief, and lay their burdens down. Rowe, Fair Pen.

Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame,

Hangs quivering on the point, leaps off by fits

And falls again, as loath to quit its hold. Addison, Cato, III. 7.

The prince, who kept the world in awe,

The judge, whose dictate fix'd the law,
The rich, the poor, the great, the small,
Are levell'd: death confounds them all.

Gay, Fables.

He taught us how to live; and (oh! too high

The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.

Tickell.

As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath,
Receives the lurking principle of death;

The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Pope, E. M. 11. 133.

The hour conceal'd, and so remote the fear,
Death still draws nearer, never seeming near.