die (n.)
- baluster
- balustrade
- banister
- base
- bones
- burin
- caryatid
- cast
- cease
- colonnade
- column
- conk
- craps
- croak
- dado
- decease
- decline
- demise
- dice
- dissolve
- drop
- ebb
- elapse
- end
- exit
- fade
- fall
- fizzle
- fly
- form
- go
- graver
- hide
- intaglio
- jack
- lapse
- last
- matrix
- melt
- mint
- mold
- needle
- negative
- part
- pass
- pedestal
- pedicel
- peduncle
- pier
- pilaster
- pile
- piling
- pillar
- pip
- plaything
- plinth
- point
- pole
- pop
- post
- punch
- rocker
- scorper
- seal
- shaft
- sink
- slide
- slip
- slump
- socle
- staff
- stalk
- stall
- stamp
- stanchion
- stand
- standard
- stem
- stick
- style
- subbase
- surbase
- teeth
- template
- toy
- trunk
- upright
- wane
- waste
die (v.)
- base
- cast
- cease
- conk
- craps
- croak
- dado
- decease
- decline
- dematerialize
- demise
- depart
- dice
- disappear
- dispel
- disperse
- dissipate
- dissolve
- drop
- dwindle
- ebb
- elapse
- end
- erode
- evanesce
- evaporate
- exit
- expire
- fade
- fail
- fall
- fizzle
- flee
- fly
- form
- go
- hide
- jack
- lapse
- last
- melt
- mint
- mold
- needle
- negative
- part
- pass
- perish
- pile
- pip
- point
- pole
- pop
- post
- punch
- seal
- shaft
- sink
- slide
- slip
- slump
- staff
- stalk
- stall
- stamp
- stand
- stem
- stick
- style
- subside
- succumb
- teeth
- template
- toy
- upright
- vanish
- wane
- waste
die (adv.)
die (adj.)
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
I would fain die a dry death.
Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?
Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
But thousands die without or this or that,—
Die, and endow a college or a cat.
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world.
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
Underneath this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die;
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
'T is immortality to die aspiring,
As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
I shall be like that tree,—I shall die at the top.
O happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care,
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flowery meads in May,
If she be not so to me,
What care I how fair she be?
Now I lay me down to take my sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
I die,—but first I have possess'd,
And come what may, I have been bless'd.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
A man can die but once.
What a pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!
They that die by famine die by inches.
Spirits that live throughout,
Vital in every part, not as frail man,
In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,
Cannot but by annihilating die.
Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout,
Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.
The hind that would be mated by the lion
Must die for love.
And for our country 't is a bliss to die.
Though love repine, and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply,—
"'T is man's perdition to be safe
When for the truth he ought to die."
Blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a "halter" intimidate. For, under God, we are determined that wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die free men.
Is there no bright reversion in the sky
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
Teach him how to live,
And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.
I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die:
I think there be six Richmonds in the field.
Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw;
Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite;
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age.
Pleased with this bauble still, as that before,
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
They never fail who die
In a great cause.
Dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the
shorn lamb).—
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we 've left behind us.
Die in the last ditch.
O Love! they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
I'm weary of conjectures,—this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me:
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
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 war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Using the proverb frequently in their mouths who enter upon dangerous and bold attempts, "The die is cast," he took the river.
To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.
Epaminondas is reported wittily to have said of a good man that died about the time of the battle of Leuctra, "How came he to have so much leisure as to die, when there was so much stirring?"
Let us do or die.
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
To low ambition and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us, and to die)
Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
It is the lot of man but once to die.
The lot of man,—to suffer and to die.
Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan.
'T is not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
By labour and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die.
O last regret, regret can die!
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
Go, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless arrant:
Fear not to touch the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.
He taught them how to live and how to die.—
There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high
The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.
Teach him how to live,
And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.
He who should teach men to die would at the same time teach them to live.
Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.
And when the stream
Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
A consciousness remained that it had left
Deposited upon the silent shore
Of memory images and precious thoughts
That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
To live is Christ, and to die is gain.
Let us eat and drink; for to-morrow we shall die.
Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools.
They sin who tell us love can die;
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
. . . . .
Love is indestructible,
Its holy flame forever burneth;
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
. . . . .
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of love is there.
And die with decency.
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors.
But thousands die without or this or that,—
Die, and endow a college or a cat.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
"Whom the gods love die young," was said of yore.
