Not as a star But I’m warning you, this is my last existence. Not as a swallow, not as a maple, not as a cat-tail and not as a star. Anna Akhmatova, The Elements of Typographic Style deathzen
Epitaph to a Dog A Poem by Lord Byron Show image 0 Show image 1 Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn, Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one — and here he lies. deathfriendship