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Rhymes A La Mode - Death Post by :emmettdabru Category :Poems Author :Andrew Lang Date :February 2012 Read :3641

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Rhymes A La Mode - Death

Death

(AEsch., Fr., 156.)


Of all Gods Death alone
Disdaineth sacrifice:
No man hath found or shown
The gift that Death would prize.
In vain are songs or sighs,
Paaen, or praise, or moan,
Alone beneath the skies
Hath Death no altar-stone!

There is no head so dear
That men would grudge to Death;
Let Death but ask, we give
All gifts that we may live;
But though Death dwells so near,
We know not what he saith.

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