The charm of it all, the deathless charm and the astounding veracity!
Tolstoi, I am afraid, has missed all the poetry of Lear, all the deathless phrases.
He departed, professing over and over again his deathless gratitude.
Woven of her tenderness, it sparkles with man's deathless gratitude.
I recognized this deathless line as the curtain speech and crawled to my feet.