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Death is Nothing At All By Canon Henry Scott-Holland Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my own familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no...
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Nothing is dead; men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out of the window, sound and well, in some new strange disguise. Jesus is not dead; he is very well alive; nor John, nor Paul, nor Mahomet, nor Aristotle; ...
wonders. This poem is a skeptical poem. This poem reflects her religion view towards Christ: suspicion—wonder—negation. It contains a kind of anti-Christian idea of death. I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain, written in 1862, is another such poem. On the surface, this poem is about de...
311. “Death is nothing at all; it does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room.” Henry Scott Holland 312. “Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.”—Bertolt Brecht 313. “Death be not proud thou some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful for th...