Death Quote by Anonymous

By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

— W. H. Auden

“they hacked down trees widening rings around their central halls and blistered the land with peasant huts and pigeon fences till the forest looked…

— John Champlin Gardner Jr

“He was in fact a poet without words, the more absorbed and endangered, that the springing waters were dammed back in his soul, where,…

— George MacDonald

“And such was the return to which he had looked through the weary perspective of many years, and for which he had undergone so…

— Charles Dickens

“There were so many dead their spirits could no longer be contained in the darkness, and, like deer, their population had spilled over into…

— Daniel Wallace

“At last there came a time when the driver went further afield than he had yet gone, and during his absence, the horses began…

— Bram Stoker

“For a long time, he pondered his transformation, listened to the bird, as it sang for joy. Had not this bird died in him,…

— Hermann Hesse

It was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing,…

— Alfred de Musset

“Burial of the dead was usually on platforms lashed to the limbs of trees beyond the reach of wolves. Securely wrapped in buffalo robes,…

— Frank Bird Linderman

“No. It was neither heroes nor sacrifice nor yet virtues that she loved most; rather the poetry which spoke to her of dreams that…

— Halldór Laxness

“Although he had changed his name, his history came with him, even to his writing. The rhythm of his rain-soaked childhood became a sequence…

— Pam Muñoz Ryan

To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside, which bore so clearly the mark of…

— Arthur Conan Doyle