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Last Words Of Famous Men And Women
'Tis well.--George Washington.
I thank God that I have done my duty.--Admiral Nelson.
I pray thee see me safe up, but for my coming down I can shift for
myself, were the last words of Sir Thomas More when ascending the
God bless you.--Dr. Johnson.
I have finished.--Hogarth.
Dying, dying.--Thos. Hood.
Drop the curtain, the farce is played out.--Rabelais.
I am what I am. I am what I am.--Swift.
I still live.--Daniel Webster.
How grand these rays. They seem to beckon earth to heaven.--Humboldt.
It is now time that we depart--I to die, you to live: but which is the
better destination is unknown.--Socrates.
Adieu, my dear Morand, I am dying.--Voltaire.
My beautiful flowers, my lovely flowers.--Richter.
James, take good care of the horse.--Winfield Scott.
Many things are becoming clearer to me.--Schiller.
I feel the daisies growing over me.--John Keats.
What, is there no bribing death?--Cardinal Beaufort.
Taking a leap in the dark. O, mystery.--Thomas Paine.
There is not a drop of blood on my hands.'--Frederick V.
I am taking a fearful leap in the dark.--Thomas Hobbes.
Don't let that awkward squad fire over my grave.--Burns.
Here, veteran, if you think it right, strike.--Cicero.
My days are past as a shadow that returns not.--R. Hooker.
I thought that dying had been more difficult,--Louis XIV.
O Lord, forgive me specially my sins of omission.--Usher.
Let me die to the sounds of delicious music.--Mirabeau.
It is small, very small, alluding to her neck.--Anna Boleyn.
Let me hear those notes so long my solace and delight.--Mozart.
We are as near heaven by sea as by land,--Sir Humphrey Gilbert.
I do not sleep. I wish to meet death awake.--Maria Theresa.
I resign my soul to God; my daughter to my country.--Jefferson.
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