Her flaming brand thro' all the realms of Greece: ' Murphy's Grecian Daughter. Go, virtuous dame, to thy most happy lord, But no, I will not curse them thro' the world Proctor's Mirandola, a. 4, s. 2. May the swords And wings of fiery cherubim pursue him, By day and night-snakes spring up in his pathEarth's fruit be ashes in his mouth-the leaves On which he lays his head to sleep be strew'd With scorpions! May his dreams be of his victim His waking a continual dread of death! Byron's Cain, a. 3, s. 1. May the grass wither from thy feet! the woods Deny thee shelter! earth a home! the dust A grave! the sun his light! and heaven her God! CUSTOM. Custom forms us all ; Ibid. Our thoughts, our morals, our most fix'd belief Custom, 'tis true, a venerable tyrant O'er servile man extends her blind dominion. Thomson's Tancred and Sigismunda. Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone That even servitude, the worst of ills, D. DEATH. Cowper's Task, b. 5. Let no man fear to die: we love to sleep all, Beaumont's Humorous Lieutenant. Death is not dreadful to a mind resolv'd; It seems as nat'ra as to be born. Groans, and convulsions, and discolour'd faces, Friends weeping round us, blacks, and obsequies, Make death a dreadful thing. The pomp of death Is far more terrible than death itself. Lee's Lucius Junius Brutus. The dead are only happy, and the dying: Lee's Casar Borgia. Oh! that I less could fear to lose this being! Dryden's All for Love. Poor abject creatures! how they fear to die That man may dare to live. Dryden's Don Sebastian. I feel death rising higher still and higher Dryden's Rival Ladies. The reconciling grave Swallows distinction first, that made us foes, "Southern's Fatal Marriage. She's gone! for ever gone! The king of terrors Dennis's Appius and Virginia. O death ! thou gentle end of human sorrows, Why stand thy thousand, thousand doors still open, Guards ev'ry passage, and forbids my entrance? Rowe's Tamerlane. There life gave way, and the last rosy breath Rowe's Jane Shore. 'Tis but to die, "Tis but to venture on that common hazard Ibid, a. 4, s. 1. Death is the privilege of human nature; Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner, Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame Let guilt, or fear Addison's Cato. Disturb man's rest, Cato knows neither of them; Now every splendid object of ambition, Which lately, with their various glosses, play'd Are taken from me by a little mist, Ibid. And all the world is vanish'd. Young's Busiris, a. 5. The death of those distinguish'd by their station, Thomson's Tancred and Sigismunda, a. 1, s. 1. To die, I own Is a dread passage-terrible to nature, Chiefly to those who have, like me, been happy. Thomson's Edward and Eleanora. How pale appear Those clay-cold cheeks where grace and vigour glow'd'! O dismal spectacle!-How humble now Lies that ambition which was late so proud! Smollett's Regicide. Death, thou dread of guilt, Thou wish of innocence, affliction's friend, Murphy's Grecian Daughter. I fear to die. And were it in my power, For oh! it goes against the mind of man To be turn'd out from its warm wonted home, Joanna Baillie's Rayner, a. 4, s. 1. Since, howe'er protracted, death will come, Why fondly study with ingenious pains, To put it off!-To breathe a little longer Is to defer our fate, but not to shun it. Small gain! which wisdom with indiff'rent eye Beholds. Hannah More's David and Goliah, p. 4, And then I dived, In my lone wanderings, to the caves of death, From wither'd bones, and skulls, and heap'd up dust, Byron's Manfred, a. 2, s. 2. her cheek; Can this be death? there's bloom upon I know no evil death can show, which life |