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Of joys departed
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.
The common damn'd shun their society.
- The Grave,
referring to suicides in Hell, attributed to Lamb but not found in his works
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
- The Grave [Graves]
Ye undertakers, tell us,
'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit,
Why is the principal conceal'd, for which
You make this mighty stir?
- The Grave (l. 170) [Undertakers]
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame,
Die fast away: only themselves die faster.
The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard,
Those bold insurancers of deathless fame,
Supply their little feeble aids in vain.
- The Grave (l. 185) [Fame]
The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride,
And wonder of the world, whose spiky top
Has wounded the thick cloud.
- The Grave (l. 190) [Monuments]
How shocking must thy summons be, O Death!
To him that is at ease in his possessions:
Who, counting on long years of pleasure here,
Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!
- The Grave (l. 350) [Death]
Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul!
What a strange moment it be, when, near
Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in view!
That awful gulf, no mortal e'er repass'd
To tell what's doing on the other side.
- The Grave (l. 369) [Death]
But if there be an hereafter,
And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'd
And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man,
Then must it be an awful thing to die;
More horrid yet to die by one's own hand.
- The Grave (l. 398) [Suicide]
Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd;
How long, how short, we know not:--this we know,
Duty requires we calmly wait the summons,
Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.
- The Grave (l. 417) [Suicide]
See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,
The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle,
Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole
A gentle tear.
- The Grave (l. 451) [Graves]
'Tis long since Death had the majority.
- The Grave (l. 451) [Death]
Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff.
- The Grave (l. 520) [Cowslips]
When it draws near to witching time of night.
- The Grave (l. 55) [Night]
Who gather round, and wonder at the tale
Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand
O'er some new-open'd grave; and, (strange to tell!)
Evanishes at crowing of the cock.
- The Grave (l. 67) [Apparitions]
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul,
Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.
- The Grave (l. 87) [Friendship]
Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains,
Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste,
And in a cruel wantonness of power,
Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up
To want the rest.
- The Grave (l. 9) [Tyranny]
Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell
'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms:
Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades,
Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame reports)
Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds
No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.
- The Grave (l.22) [Yew]
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
- The Grave (pt. I, l. 58) [Courage]
The good he scorned
Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.
- The Grave (pt. II, l. 586) [Goodness]