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" There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. "
The Literary World - 21 psl.
1877
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Conscience; Or, The Trials of May Brooke. An American Catholic Tale

Anna Hanson Dorsey - 1856 - 238 psl.
...humble as old Mabel die. Death had assumed to her a benign and holy aspect ; she almost felt — " There is no Death. What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but the suburbs of that Life Elysian, Whose portals we call Death."* The next day Father Fabian, in the...
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The Marriage of the Lamb, Or Wedlock and Padlock, Temporal and Spiritual

George W. Henry - 1856 - 486 psl.
...not thy heart " fret against the Lord," for he hath done all things well. " There's no such thing as death,— What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but the suberbs of a life elysian, Whose portals we call death." You could have fed your little one with...
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Pen and Pencil Pictures

Tom Hood - 1857 - 406 psl.
...OLD MAN. follow her. And then we shall meet to part no more ! CONCLUSION. BY FANNY CALROW. " There is no death ! — what seems so is transition ; This...of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death." LONGFELLOW. 0 part no more"— they have met now to part no more. Yesterday morning my dear, kind uncle...
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The Harp and the Cross– A Collection of Religious Poetry

1857 - 372 psl.
...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...
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Our Little Ones in Heaven– A Collection of Thoughts in Prose and Verse

1858 - 240 psl.
...these earthly damps, What seem to us hut sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...
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Sketches and Recollections of Lynchburg

Margaret Anthony Cabell - 1858 - 364 psl.
...was tenderly recorded by one who stood beside her and has long since joined her in Heaven : " There is no death — what seems so is transition : This...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death !" Of the members of the Cabell family in Lynchburg, Mrs. WILLIAM LEWIS, of Mount Athos, may properly...
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McGuffey's New Eclectic Speaker– Containing about Three Hundred Exercises ...

William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 psl.
...these earthly damps; What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death! What seems so, is transition; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead ; the child of our affection ; But gone unto that school, Where she no longer needs...
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Our Little Ones in Heaven

Walter Aimwell - 1858 - 282 psl.
...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer...
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Our Little Ones in Heaven

Walter Aimwell - 1858 - 262 psl.
...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 psl.
...these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. « There is no Death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life clysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone...
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