"And thou art dead, as young and fair"

On Thyrza

(Wolfe) 228

(Mrs. Hemans) 230

(Lamb) 232

(Scott) 235

( do. ) 236 (do. ) 237 ( do.) 239 (Dibdin) 240 ( do. ) 241 (do. ) 244 (Shelley) 245 ( do. ) 268 ( do. ) 269 (do. ) 270

(Kirke White) 272

do. ) 274

(Byron) 276

( do. ) 280

"Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb ( do.) 287

"This world is all a fleeting show"
"How sweetly could I lay my head"
Lucy

On the Death of James Hogg
On Mrs. Fermor

do.

( do.) 289 (do. ) 290 (Wordsworth) 291

(

do. ) 293

(

do.

) 295

do.

) 299

On the expected Death of Mr. Fox

"Oh Death, thou art indeed an awful thing" (H. Coleridge) 301

"We watched her breathing through the night" ( do. ) 308 "The bright-haired morn is glowing"

Epilogue.

. (Keble) 309 (Fouqué) 312

When the last shower is stealing down,

And ere they sink to rest

The sunbeams weave a parting crown

For some sweet woodland nest.

The promise of the morrow

Is glorious on that eve,
Dear as the holy sorrow

When good men cease to live,
When brightening ere it die away
Mounts up their altar flame,

Still tending with intenser ray
To Heaven, whence first it came.

Say not it dies, that glory,

'Tis caught unquenched on high,
Those saint-like brows so hoary
Shall wear it in the sky;

No smile is like the smile of death,
When all good musings past

Rise wafted with the parting breath,

The sweetest thought—the last.

(Keble).

EPILOGUE.

HEN death is coming near,

When thy heart shrinks in fear
And thy limbs fail,

Then raise thy hands and pray
To Him who smooths thy way
Through the dark vale.

Seest thou the eastern dawn?
Hear'st thou in the red morn
The angel's song?

O lift thy drooping head,

Thou who in gloom and dread

Hast lain so long.

Death comes to set thee free;

O meet him cheerily

As thy true friend,

And all thy fears shall cease,

And in eternal peace

Thy penance end.

(Translated from De la Motte Fouqué.)

INDEX.

PAGE

Adieu, farewell earth's bliss

(Nash) 106

Ah! who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe (Shakespeare) 117
All that be of heart true

25

As, when some great and gracious monarch dies (Dryden) 172

At a melancholy season

A voyage at sea and all its strife

Away with death, - away

(Cotton) 153

(Dibdin) 241

(Kirke White) 274

Be absolute for death; either death or life (Shakespeare) 122
But we ween to live

By vain affections unenthralled

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren

20

(Wordsworth) 298

(Webster) 105

Drawn was thy race aright from princely line (Spenser) 100

Each day me cometh tidings three

16

Fear no more the heat o' the sun.

(Shakespeare) 1III

For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground (
Full fathom five thy father lies

Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease
Hard-hearted minds relent, and Rigour's tears

(Ford) 108

abound

Hear

ye of one thing

(Spenser) 98
. 6

PAGE

Heaven and yourself

(Shakespeare) 116

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate (Pope) 191
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling (Dibdin) 240

I saw where in the shroud did lurk
I that in health was and gladness
I wail, I weep, I sob, I sigh, full sore
I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
I wish I were where Helen lies
King comely with crown in care am I left
Life, I know not what thou art
Like as the damask rose you see
Like to the falling of a star

(Herrick) 147

(Collins) 211

(Moore) 290

(Lord Vaux) 84
(Lady Nairn) 209

(Herrick) 144

(Lamb) 232
(Dunbar) 75

(Skelton) 71
(Shelley) 245

131

50

(Mrs. Barbauld) 222
(Wastell) 137

(F. Beaumont) 136

Lo! dead, he lives, that whilome lived here

Loud is the vale, the voice is up

Man may long life ween.

Marble, weep, for thou dost cover.

Mark that swift arrow, how it cuts the air
Memento, Homo, quod cinis es

80

(Wordsworth) 299

17

(Ben Jonson) 125

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
No more, ye warblers of the wood, no more
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul
O for a dirge! but why complain?

Oft in the stilly night

(Cowley) 180
(Dunbar) 73
(Tichborne) 103

(Burns) 219
(Wolfe) 228

(Southey) 225
(Wordsworth) 295
(Moore, 285

Oh death! thou art indeed an awful thing (H. Coleridge) 301

Oh, I do fear thee, Claudio, and I quake (Shakespeare) 120
O life, thou Nothing's younger brother