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Where shall we make her grave? Oh! where the wild flowers wave In the free air! When shower and singing-bird 'Midst the young leaves are heard, There--lay her there! - Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans, Dirge--Where Shall we Make her Grave? A piece of a Churchyard fitts every body. [A piece of a Churchyard fits every body.] - George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum The grave is a sacred workshop of nature! a chamber for the figure of the body; death and life dwell here together as man and wife. They are one body, they are in union; God has joined them together, and what God hath joined together let no man put asunder. - Theodore Gottlieb von Hippel The earth opens impartially her bosom to receive the beggar and the prince. - Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus) The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as. - Arsene Houssaye From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. - Washington Irving Without settled principle and practical virtue, life is a desert; without Christian piety, the contemplation of the grave is terrible. - Sir William Knighton Then to the grave I turned me to see what therein lay; 'Twas the garment of the Christian, worn out and thrown away. - Friedrich Adolf Krummacher, Death and the Christian My heart is its own grave! - Letitia Elizabeth Landon (Mrs. George MacLean) The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny. - Georg Christoph Lichtenberg He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Our lives are rivers gliding free To that unfathom'd, boundless sea, The silent grave! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallow'd up and lost In one dark wave. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow That unfathomed, boundless sea, the silent grave! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's Acre. It is just. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, God's Acre This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, God's Acre I see their scattered gravestones gleaming white Through the pale dusk of the impending night. O'er all alike the imperial sunset throws Its golden lilies mingled with the rose; We give to each a tender thought and pass Out of the graveyards with their tangled grass. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Morituri Salutamus (l. 120) Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves, As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Suspiria As life runs on, the road grows strange With faces new,--and near the end The milestones into headstones change:-- 'Neath every one a friend. - James Russell Lowell, written on his 68th birthday There are slave-drivers quietly whipped underground, There bookbinders, done up in boards, are fast bound, There card-players wait till the last trump be played, There all the choice spirits get finally laid, There are the babe that's unborn is supplied with a berth, There men without legs get their six feet of earth, There lawyers repose, each wrapped up in his case, There seekers of office are sure of a place, There defendant and plaintiff get equally cast, There shoemakers quietly stick to the last. - James Russell Lowell, Fable for Critics (l. 1,656) The temple of silence and reconciliation. - Thomas Babington Macaulay We should teach our children to think no more of their bodies when dead than they do of their hair when cut off, or of their old clothes when they have done with them. - George MacDonald, Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood (p. 481) The grave has a door on its inner side. - Alexander Maclaren Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros. - Martial (Marcus Valerius Martialis), Epigrams (bk. X, ep. 43) The cradle of transformation. - Giuseppe Mazzini And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie; That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. - John Milton, Epitaph on Shakespeare Displaying page 3 of 5 for this topic: << Prev Next >> 1 2 [3] 4 5
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