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Of Death I try to think like this — Of Death I try to think like this — The Well in which they lay us Is but the Likeness of the Brook That menaced not to slay us, But to invite by that Dismay Which is the Zest of sweetness To the same... Poet:	On the death of a friend There was no bell to peal thy funeral dirge, No nodding plumes to wave above thy bier, No shroud to wrap thee but the foaming surge, No kindly voices thy dark way to cheer, ... Poet:	On the Death of Sir W. Russell Doom'd as I am in solitude to waste The present moments, and regret the past; Depriv'd of every joy I valued most, My friend torn from me, and my mistress lost; Call not this gloom I wear, this anxious mien, The dull... Poet:	A prospect of death Death! thou real friend of innocence, Tho' dreadful unto shivering sense, I feel my nature tottering o'er Thy gloomy waves, which loudly roar: Immense the scene, yet dark the view, Nor Reason darts her... Poet:
Robbed by Death — but that was easy — Robbed by Death — but that was easy — To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing — Robbed by Liberty For Her Jugular Defences — This, too, I endured — Hint of Glory — it afforded — ... Poet:	Said Death to Passion Said Death to Passion "Give of thine an Acre unto me." Said Passion, through contracting Breaths "A Thousand Times Thee Nay." Bore Death from Passion All His East He — sovereign as the Sun ... Poet:	So give me back to Death — So give me back to Death — The Death I never feared Except that it deprived of thee — And now, by Life deprived, In my own Grave I breathe And estimate its size — Its size is all that Hell can guess —... Poet:	Suspense — is Hostiler than Death — Suspense — is Hostiler than Death — Death — tho'soever Broad, Is Just Death, and cannot increase — Suspense — does not conclude — But perishes — to live anew — But just anew to die — Annihilation —... Poet:
That this should feel the need of Death That this should feel the need of Death The same as those that lived Is such a Feat of Irony As never was — achieved — Not satisfied to ape the Great In his simplicity The small must die, as well as... Poet:	The first We knew of Him was Death — The first We knew of Him was Death — The second — was — Renown — Except the first had justified The second had not been. Poet: