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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... rest , ' the trappings and the suits of woe ' , the performances touched on here by Henry Mayhew and Thomas Hardy - and we reckoned to find more sincerity in private and unadvertised sorrow . A Chinese funeral which I attended more ...
... rest , ' the trappings and the suits of woe ' , the performances touched on here by Henry Mayhew and Thomas Hardy - and we reckoned to find more sincerity in private and unadvertised sorrow . A Chinese funeral which I attended more ...
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... rest still innocent . DONNE , ' The Apparition ' Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face ? That is my husband who , by secret cruelty Never to be told , robbed me of my youth and my beauty ...
... rest still innocent . DONNE , ' The Apparition ' Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face ? That is my husband who , by secret cruelty Never to be told , robbed me of my youth and my beauty ...
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... Rest in soft peace , and , ask'd , say here doth lie BEN JONSON his best piece of poetry . For whose sake , henceforth , all his vows be such , As what he loves may never like too much . JONSON , ' On My First Son ' Yesterday morning ...
... Rest in soft peace , and , ask'd , say here doth lie BEN JONSON his best piece of poetry . For whose sake , henceforth , all his vows be such , As what he loves may never like too much . JONSON , ' On My First Son ' Yesterday morning ...
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