Unto dying eyes

The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Princess. Part iv. Line 33.

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,

By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,

By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,

By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51.

If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.

That strain again! it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.

The air is full of farewells to the dying,

And mournings for the dead.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): Resignation.

I am dying, Egypt, dying.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.

I preached as never sure to preach again,

And as a dying man to dying men.

Richard Baxter (1615-1691): Love breathing Thanks and Praise.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying,

And this same flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow will be dying.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674): To the Virgins to make much of Time.

Our very hopes belied our fears,

Our fears our hopes belied;

We thought her dying when she slept,

And sleeping when she died.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): The Death-Bed.

In the lost battle,

Borne down by the flying,

Where mingles war's rattle

With groans of the dying.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Marmion. Canto iii. Stanza 11.