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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... grave. Sir Thomas Browne (1605-82), Urn Burial No people who turn their backs on death can be alive. The presence of ... grave sites corners of parks, sections of paths, gardens, beside gateways where memorials to people who have ...
... grave. Sir Thomas Browne (1605-82), Urn Burial No people who turn their backs on death can be alive. The presence of ... grave sites corners of parks, sections of paths, gardens, beside gateways where memorials to people who have ...
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... grave . The priest - a pale , quiet young fellow - stood under the shade of a sapling which grew at the head of the grave . He took off his hat , dropped it carelessly on the ground , and proceeded to business . I noticed that one or ...
... grave . The priest - a pale , quiet young fellow - stood under the shade of a sapling which grew at the head of the grave . He took off his hat , dropped it carelessly on the ground , and proceeded to business . I noticed that one or ...
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... grave ? Say since I have not guessed ! ' -'O it is I , my mistress dear , Your little dog , who still lives near , And much I hope my movements here Have not disturbed your rest ? ' ' Ah , yes ! You dig upon my grave . Why flashed it ...
... grave ? Say since I have not guessed ! ' -'O it is I , my mistress dear , Your little dog , who still lives near , And much I hope my movements here Have not disturbed your rest ? ' ' Ah , yes ! You dig upon my grave . Why flashed it ...
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