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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, Lie hush'd. - 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 Under ground 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 (st. 4) 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 Displaying page 1 of 6 for this topic: Next >> [1] 2 3 4 5 6
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