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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. "
Overland Monthly - Page 675
1895
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The Dublin university magazine

University magazine - 1850 - 816 pages
...these earthly damps ; Whit seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lumps. " There is no death — what seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Klysian, Whose portal we call death. " She is not dead, the child of our affection,...
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The Last Enemy: Conquering and Conquered

George Burgess - 1850 - 340 pages
...for our sake the Son of man; and so, He abolished death. XLV. in imttj fratgjr t|ie leaf of u 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." LONGFELLOW. THE language of the Scriptures,...
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Christian Treasury, Volume 5

1850 - 632 pages
...these earthly damps, What seem to us but dim, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lampe. There is no death ! what seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is hut a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portals we call death. She is not dead — the child of our...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 20

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 608 pages
...Assume their dark disguise. " We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. * " The Seaside and Fireside." fellow. Liverpool: Walker. By WH Long ' There is no death — what seems...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 20

1850 - 604 pages
...Assume their dark disguise. " We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. » " The Seaside and Fireside." By WH Long fellow. Liverpool : Walker. " There is no death — what...
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Heavenly thoughts for morning hours: selections, with a short intr., by lady ...

Heavenly thoughts - 1851 - 318 pages
...their dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours ; — Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. He is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone into that school, Where he no longer needs our...
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The Broken Bud: Or, Reminiscences of a Bereaved Mother

Meta Lander - 1861 - 354 pages
...We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but dim, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There...is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection—...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 pages
...dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal taners, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death!...so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, the child of our affection,...
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Ears of corn from various sheaves: thoughts for the closet, ed. by S. Lettis

Ears - 1851 - 176 pages
...Death is the veil which those who live call life ; They sleep, and it is lifted. — SHELLRY. 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.— LONGFELLOW. It matters little at what...
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The Parlour magazine of the literature of all nations, Volume 2

1851 - 448 pages
...these earthly damps What seam to us but sad funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. v. There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb to the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. VL She is not dead — the child of our affection...
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