A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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For He is first, last, midst—O, let us press

Onwards—and when death’s monitory glance

Shall summon us to join his mortal dance,

Even then shall hope and joy our footsteps bless.

From the Spanish of R. de Carrion.

I fled and cried out Death—

Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed

From all her caves, and back resounded Death.

Milton.

Thou dost, O Death, a peaceful harbour lie