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Such, Such Is Death by Charles Sorley — Sad Poetry Lines

By Charles Sorley

Topics: sad-shayari, motivational-lines

Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean, A merciful putting away of what has been. And this we know: Death is not Life, effete, Life crushed, the broken pail. We who have seen So marvellous things know well the end not yet. Victor and vanquished are a-one in death: Coward and brave: friend, foe. Ghosts do not say, "Come, what was your record when you drew breath?" But a big blot has hid each yesterday

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"Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat:..."

"Such, Such Is Death" by Charles Sorley is a sad and inspirational english poem consisting of 16 lines. This English poem by Charles Sorley demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean,...", this piece explores themes of sad and inspirational through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Charles Sorley's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Charles Sorley (1895–1915) was a Scottish war poet killed at the Battle of Loos at age 20. His poem "When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead" is one of the most powerful anti-war poems of World War I.

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