John Milton on Death
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“So spake the grisly Terror.”
“Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe.”
“Eas'd the putting off
These troublesome disguises which we wear.”
“Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled.”
“Behind her Death Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet On his pale horse.”
“O fairest flower; no sooner blown but blasted, Soft, silken primrose fading timelessly.”
“And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked.”
“I fled, and cried out Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded Death.”
“How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap!”