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Yet not to thine external Resting-Place

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"breathless darkness, and the narrow house"

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In Majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green.

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High valley, tumbling stream fed by mountain tarn drains snowfields through daisies saturated by drifting fog.

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"Yet not to thine eternal resting place shalt thou retire alone"

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"Death is an angel with two faces"

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"The Hills Rock-ribb'd and ancient as the sun"

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Jonah, Savannah M

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"To that mysterious realm where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death"

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"Thy image. Earth that nourish'd thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again

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"That slumber in its bosom.-- Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wildeness, Or lose thyself in the continous woods."

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"That slumber in its bosom.-- Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wildeness, Or lose thyself in the continous woods."

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T and Ryiley

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The author wants the reader to understand that death is a never ending cycle therefore we must not fear it. "The planets, all the infinite host heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of all ages."

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And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart