Thomas Love Peacock Quote

Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand
Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away.
Who shall resist the summons?


The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poems and plays. 1931 (ed. 1931)


Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?

Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?

Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?

Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?