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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 Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious Poetry

1857 - 372 pages
...Assume this 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...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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Pen and Pencil Pictures

Tom Hood - 1857 - 406 pages
...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 life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death." LONGFELLOW. 0 part no more"— they have...
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A woman's story, Volume 3; Volume 558

Anna Maria Hall - 1857 - 332 pages
...Assume this 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 distant lamps." LONGFELLOW. THERE are some days which, in their excess of brightness, from break of morning to the...
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A Memoir of Allen F. Gardiner, Commander, R.N.

John William Marsh - 1857 - 444 pages
...Assume this 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 distant lamps. Longfellow. WHEN the last scene of this eventful history became known in England, the most opposite...
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Our Little Ones in Heaven

Walter Aimwell - 1858 - 262 pages
...Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mist and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's...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,...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pages
...Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapour-. Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's...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,...
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McGuffey's New Eclectic Speaker: Containing about Three Hundred Exercises ...

William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 pages
...But has one vacant chair. 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...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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Our Little Ones in Heaven: A Collection of Thoughts in Prose and Verse

1858 - 240 pages
...disguise. We see but dimly through the mist and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us hut sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps....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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Voices of the Day

John Cumming - 1858 - 628 pages
...through the mists and vapors, Amid these earthly damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers May he heaven's distant lamps. ' There is no death. What...is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death." " Father, I will that they also, whom thou...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pages
...oftentimes celestial benedictions 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 distant lamps. There is no Death ! AVhat seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysiau, Whose...
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