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,
Quotes , Source: Dedication of the Designs to Blair's "Grave"--TO Queen Charlotte
O how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living.
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house
appointed for all living.
Quotes , Source: Job (ch. XXX, v. 23)
The grave's the market place.
Quotes , Source: 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
Quotes , Source: Burial of Moses
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.
Quotes , Source: The Minstrel (bk. II, st. 17)
Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.
Quotes , Source: on the tombs in Westminster Abbey
Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.
Quotes , Source: 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.
Quotes , Source: Deuteronomy (ch. XXXIV, v. 6)
The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Quotes , Source: 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.
Quotes , Source: The Grave (l. 451)
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.
Quotes , Source: Love of the Country (st. 4)
He that unburied lies wants not his hearse,
For unto him a tomb's the Universe.
Sir Thomas Browne
Quotes , Source: 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
Quotes , Source: June
I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country
churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.
Quotes , Source: Letter to Matthew Smith
The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show
Who car'd about the corpse? The funeral
Made the attraction, and the black the woe;
There throbb'd not there a thought which pierc'd the pall.
Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Quotes , Source: Vision of Judgment (st. 10)
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod
Its Maker mean'd not should be trod
By man, the image of his God,
Erect and free,
Unscourged by Superstition's rod.
Quotes , Source: Hallowed Ground
The solitary, silent, solemn scene,
Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,
Blended in dust together; where the slave
Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud
Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard:
Where human folly sleeps.
Quotes , Source: Ruins of Rome (l. 540)
(Julian would learn something) even if he had one foot in the
[Lat., Etsi alterum pedem in sepulchro haberem.]
Desiderius Gerhard Erasmus
Quotes , Source: quoting Pomponius, of Julian, original phrase one foot in the ferry boat, Charon's boat
Alas, poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart,
Have we beheld thee play the Sexton's part;
Each comic heart must now be grieved to see
The Sexton's dreary part performed on thee.
Quotes , Source: Epigram on the Death of Mr. Thomas Lancashire, comedian
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Quotes , Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard