Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream?

And when I feel ... that I shall never look upon thee more...

Come not, you said, when I am dead, to drop thy foolish tears upon my grave...

Our hearts rejoice...

Our life is short; and our days run as fast away as does the sun ...

And quitting life (ye) shall quit thy living pain ...

The night has a thousand eyes...

Only desert remains...

At least someone will remember...

The meaning of song...

Do not sing sad songs...

Love slumbers on...

We are such stuff as dreams are made on...

The silence is vast...

From sense of pain and grief we shall be free...

Oh Death, where is thy sting? Oh Grave, where is thy victory?

We will not grieve but rather find strength in what remains behind

I am borne darkly, fearfully afar; whilst your soul beacons like a star

Dear old friend...

To the fateless ones all is given...

Let it be so...

Death is the gate of hell...

man or woman. We cannot see beyond the grave... (borrowed from KCG @KCG)

The illusions of life, delusions of death...