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What is the grave?
'Tis a cool, shady harbor, where the Christian
Wayworn and weary with life's rugged road,
Forgetting all life's sorrows, joys, and pains,
Lays his poor body down to rest--
Sleeps on--and wakes in heaven.
- Unattributed Author
The grave's the market place.
- Unattributed Author, Death and the Lady,
a ballad in Dixon's "Ballads", the Percy Society
By Nebo's lonely mountain,
On this side Jordan's wave,
In a vale in the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave;
But no man built that sepulcher,
And no man saw it e'er,
For the angels of God upturned the sod
And laid the dead man there.
- Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander,
Burial of Moses
The earth doth not cover our beloved, but heaven hath received him; let us tarry for awhile, and we shall be in his company.
- Saint Basil (Bishop of Caesarea) ("The Great")
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
With here and there a violet bestrown,
Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
- James Beattie, The Minstrel
(bk. II, st. 17)
Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.
- Francis Beaumont,
on the tombs in Westminster Abbey
One foot in the grave.
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
The Little French Lawyer (act I, sc. 1)
The disciples found angels at the grave of Him they loved; and we should always find them too, but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.
- Henry Ward Beecher
We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead;" but angels throng about him, saying, "A man is born."
- Henry Ward Beecher
Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.
- Park Benjamin, The Old Sexton
And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
- Bible, Deuteronomy (ch. XXXIV, v. 6)
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
- Bible, Job (ch. XXX, v. 23)
Here all the mighty troublers of the earth,
Who swam to sov'reign rule through seas of blood;
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; now, like a storm that's spent,
- Hugh Blair
Here the o'erloaded slave flings down his burden
From his gall'd shoulders; and, when the cruel tyrant,
With all his guards and tools of power about him,
Is meditating new, unheard-of hardships,
Mocks his short arm, and, quick as thought, escapes
Where tyrants vex not, and the weary rest.
- Hugh Blair
Precedency's a jest; vassal and lord,
Grossly familiar, side by side consume.
- Hugh Blair
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
- Robert Blair, The Grave
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.
- Robert Blair, The Grave (l. 451)
The grave is Heaven's golden gate,
And rich and poor around it wait;
O Shepherdess of England's fold,
Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
- William Blake,
Dedication of the Designs to Blair's "Grave"--To Queen Charlotte
Build me a shrine, and I could kneel
To rural Gods, or prostrate fall;
Did I not see, did I not feel.
That One Great Spirit governs all.
O Heaven, permit that I may lie
Where o'er my corse green branches wave;
And those who from life's tumults fly
With kindred feelings press my grave.
- Robert Bloomfield, Love of the Country
Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
- Sir Thomas Browne, Hydriotaphia (ch. V)
He that unburied lies wants not his hearse,
For unto him a tomb's the Universe.
- Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici
(pt. I, sec. XLI)
I gazed upon the glorious sky
And the green mountains round,
And thought that when I came to lie
At rest within the ground,
'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sexton's hand, my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
- William Cullen Bryant, June
All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
- William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis
The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
The grave is a common treasury, to which we must all be taken.
- Edmund Burke
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