“When the veil of death has been drawn between us and the objects of our regard, how quick-sighted do we become to their merits, and how bitterly do we remember words, or even looks, of unkindness which may have escaped in our intercourse with them.” LooksMayHas BeensRememberDeathObjectsRegardMeritVeilsIntercourseUnkindness Author:Reginald Heber
“Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.” DeathFlowerPassingPassingsBreeze Book:Poetical works Source: Poetical works
