1842,Lydia Sigourney,Poems, Tomb of a Young Friend at Mount Auburn, page34:
So, thou hast pass'd theunreturning gate, Where dust with dust doth linger, and gone down In all the beauty of thy blooming years To this most sacred city of the dead.
1908, Edmund Doidge Anderson Morshead,Four Plays of Aeschylus, Dedication, page 4:
For gifts that die have living memories— Voices ofunreturning days, that breathe The spirit of a day that never dies.
