Quote#Death
'Tis the night—the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are…
Quote byArthur Cleveland Coxe · 1818–1896
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Halloween: A Romaunt, &c. (Hartford: H. S. Parsons, 1845), st. 7.
English (original)
'Tis the night—the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play! Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they—it is they!
— Arthur Cleveland Coxe
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'Twas the blood of the Saxon within them that ran; They held—to be free is the birthright of man.
And so we shake The snowy flake From cedar and myrtle fair; And the boughs that nod On the hills of God, We raise to his glory there.
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;
But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.
Good Christian People, I have not come here to preach a sermon; I have come here to die.
Burned are our homes, exile and death, Scattered the loyal men. Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again.
