O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.
Death's in the good-bye.
I should like these few words to be read over the grave when my body is placed in the earth; for though it is possible I may be present and conscious of what is going on, I shall not be able to communicate.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.