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388 IMMORTALITY IMMORTALITY

C'est un Detail servile et sot a mon avis
Que les imitateurs.
Imitators are a slavish herd and fools in my opinion.
La Fontaine—Clymene. V. 54.


Der Mensch ist ein nachahmendes Geschopf.
Und wer der Vbrderste ist, fiihrt die Heerde.
An imitative creature is man; whoever is
foremost, leads the herd.
Schiller—Wallenstein's Tod. III. 4. 9.
IMMORTALITY
 | seealso = (See also {{sc|Death)
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It must be so—Plato, thou reasonest well!—
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror.
Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
 | author = Addison
 | work = Cato. Act V. Sc. 1.


The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
 | author = Addison
 | work = Caio. Act V. Sc. 1.


No, no! The energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife,
Prom strength to strength advancing;—only he
His soul well-knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.
Matthew Arnold—Sonnet. Immortality.


On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are
blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
James Beattie—The Hermit. St. 6. Last
lines.


Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
Rupert Brooke—Heaven.


There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may
be confident of no end.
Sir Thomas Browne—Hydriotaphia. Ch. V.
 If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
Will pierce the gloom ; I shall emerge one day.
Robert Browninc!—Paracelsus. Last lines.


I have been dying for twenty years, now I
am going to live.
Jas. Drummond Burns—His Last Words.


A good man never dies.
Calumachus—Epigrams. X.
Immortality is the glorious discovery of
Christianity.
Wm. Ellery Changing—Immortality.


'Tis immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Geo. Chapman—Byron's Conspiracy. Act I.
Sc. 1. L. 254.


Nemo unquam sine magna spe immortalitatatis se pro patria offerret ad mortem.
No one could ever meet death for his
country without the hope of immortality.
Cicero—Tuscvlanarum Disputatwnum. I. 15.
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 | num = 15
 | text = For I never have seen, and never shall see,
that the cessation of the evidence of existence is
necessarily evidence of the cessation of existence.
William De Morgan—Joseph Vance. Ch.
XL.


Then shall the dust return to the earth as it
was; and the spirit shall return unto God who
gave it.
Ecclesiastes. XII. 7.


Thus God's children are immortall whiles their
Father hath anything for them to do on earth.
Fuller—Church History. Bk. II. Century
VIII. 18. On Bede's Death.
 | seealso = (See also Livingston, Williams)
 


{{Hoyt quote
 | num = 15
 | text = Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind
thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Attributed to Lyman Heath—The Grave of
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. XXIII. L. 122
 | note = Pope's trans.


Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori;
Coelo Musa beat.
The muse does not allow the praise-deserving hero to die: she enthrones him in
the heavens.
Horace—Carmina. IV. 8. 28.


But all lost things are in the angels' keeping,
Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping; Love;
The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain
Make good,
Together there we can begin again
In babyhood.
 | author = Helen Hunt Jackson
 | work = At Last. St. 6.


No, no, I'm sure,
My restless spirit never could endure
To brood so long upon one luxury,
Unless it did, though fearfully, espy
A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.
Keats—Endymion. Bk. I.