Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Call it not vain:they do not err Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
How strange a vehicle it is, coming down unchanged from times of old romance, and so characteristically black, the way no other thing is black except a coffin a vehicle evoking lawless adventures in the plashing stillness of night, and still more strongly evoking death itself, the bier, the dark obsequies, the last silent journey!thomas mann
Every moment celebrates obsequies over the virtues of its predecessor.george santayana
Call it not vain: they do not err, Who say that, when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.walter scott