Death Quotes by Alexander Pope

Is not absence death to those who love?

— Alexander Pope

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

— Alexander Pope

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

— Alexander Pope

Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

— Alexander Pope

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

— Alexander Pope

In death a hero, as in life a friend!

— Alexander Pope

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

— Alexander Pope

To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

— Alexander Pope

Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

— Alexander Pope

But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

— Alexander Pope

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part…

— Alexander Pope

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died.

— Alexander Pope

In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.

— Alexander Pope

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

— Alexander Pope

Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their…

— Alexander Pope

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,…

— Alexander Pope

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when…

— Alexander Pope

Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness…

— Alexander Pope

There various news I heard of love and strife,Of peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life,Of loss and gain, of famine…

— Alexander Pope

A king is a mortal god on earth, unto whom the living God hath lent his own name as a great honour;…

— Alexander Pope

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

— Alexander Pope

When to mischief mortals bend their will, how soon they find it instruments of ill.

— Alexander Pope

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?

— Alexander Pope

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

— Alexander Pope

Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung, Till death untimely stopped his tuneful tongue

— Alexander Pope