Quote#Death
For the glass of the years is brittle wherein we gaze for a span
Quote byAlgernon Charles Swinburne · 1837–1909
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866), "Hymn to Proserpine".
English (original)
For the glass of the years is brittle wherein we gaze for a span; A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man. So long I endure, no longer; and laugh not again, neither weep. For there is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
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