Quote#Death
Brighter from her disease she shines
Quote byWilliam Broome · 1689–1745
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems on Several Occasions (1727), To Belinda: On her Sickness and Recovery", l. 33.
English (original)
Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold refines. Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas and spacious earth Resign us to our second birth; Our moulder’d frame rebuilt assumes New beauty, and for ever blooms, And, crown’d with youth’s immortal pride, We angels rise, who mortals died.
— William Broome
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