The Oxford Book of DeathDennis Joseph Enright Oxford University Press, 1983 - 351 psl. "Reading for this anthology," writes D.J. Enright, "I was moved to the thought that on no theme have writers shown themselves more lively." A survivor of Belsen voiced the same sentiment when, reflecting on the concentration camps, he wrote, "When in death we are in the midst of life." By turns poignant, tragic, comic, and inspiring, this anthology of thoughts about death ranges from ancient times to the present day--including almost 900 selections by poets, novelists, philosophers, scientists, and common people. Arranged under headings such as "Love," "War," "Last Words," and "Children," these selections show the varied, sometimes surprising, reactions of the dying and the bereaved to the final human act. |
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... tell the tale . But the uses of certainty are themselves uncertain in this sphere , and what , I suspect , is most sadly missing is music , the art which seemingly is able to tell us more about heaven , and rival literature's eloquence ...
... tell the tale . But the uses of certainty are themselves uncertain in this sphere , and what , I suspect , is most sadly missing is music , the art which seemingly is able to tell us more about heaven , and rival literature's eloquence ...
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... tell to me Why thou complainest not , when in one hour thou fad'st away : Then we shall seek thee , but not find . Ah ! Thel is like to thee- I pass away ; yet I complain , and no one hears my voice . ' O maid , I tell thee , when I ...
... tell to me Why thou complainest not , when in one hour thou fad'st away : Then we shall seek thee , but not find . Ah ! Thel is like to thee- I pass away ; yet I complain , and no one hears my voice . ' O maid , I tell thee , when I ...
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... Tell the crows we are not afraid ; We have died in the moors and cannot be buried . Crows , how can our bodies escape you ? ' The waters flowed deep And the rushes in the pool were dark . The riders fought and were slain ; Their horses ...
... Tell the crows we are not afraid ; We have died in the moors and cannot be buried . Crows , how can our bodies escape you ? ' The waters flowed deep And the rushes in the pool were dark . The riders fought and were slain ; Their horses ...
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