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A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
      - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Graves they say are warm'd by glory;
  Foolish words and empty story.
      - Heinrich Heine, Latest Poems
         (epilogue, l. 1)

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

There is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave!--the grave!--It buries every error--covers every defect--extinguishes every resentment! 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

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