The Oxford Book of DeathDennis Joseph Enright Oxford University Press, 1987 - 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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... night , Old age should burn and rave at close of day ; Rage , rage against the dying of the light . Though wise men at their end know dark is right , Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night ...
... night , Old age should burn and rave at close of day ; Rage , rage against the dying of the light . Though wise men at their end know dark is right , Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night ...
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... night , my friend . But is there for the night a resting - place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin . May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn . Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have ...
... night , my friend . But is there for the night a resting - place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin . May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn . Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have ...
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... night , good - night . Memorial to Clorinda Haywood , St Bartholomew's , Edgbaston I sought my death , and found it in the womb ; I looked for life , and saw it was a shade ; I trod the earth , and knew it was my tomb ; And now I die ...
... night , good - night . Memorial to Clorinda Haywood , St Bartholomew's , Edgbaston I sought my death , and found it in the womb ; I looked for life , and saw it was a shade ; I trod the earth , and knew it was my tomb ; And now I die ...
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