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The grave's the market place.
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: Death and the Lady, a ballad in Dixon's "Ballads", the Percy Society
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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.
Author: Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander
Source: Burial of Moses
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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.
Author: James Beattie
Source: The Minstrel (bk. II, st. 17)
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Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.
Author: Francis Beaumont
Source: on the tombs in Westminster Abbey
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One foot in the grave.
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Source: The Little French Lawyer (act I, sc. 1)
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Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.
Author: Park Benjamin
Source: The Old Sexton
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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.
Author: Bible
Source: Deuteronomy (ch. XXXIV, v. 6)
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For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house
appointed for all living.
Author: Bible
Source: Job (ch. XXX, v. 23)
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The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Author: Robert Blair
Source: The Grave
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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.
Author: Robert Blair
Source: The Grave (l. 451)
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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,
Author: William Blake
Source: Dedication of the Designs to Blair's "Grave"--TO Queen Charlotte
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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.
Author: Robert Bloomfield
Source: Love of the Country (st. 4)
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Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
Author: Sir Thomas Browne
Source: Hydriotaphia (ch. V)
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He that unburied lies wants not his hearse,
For unto him a tomb's the Universe.
Author: Sir Thomas Browne
Source: Religio Medici (pt. I, sec. XLI)
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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.
Author: William Cullen Bryant
Source: June
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I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country
churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.
Author: Edmund Burke
Source: Letter to Matthew Smith
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Perhaps the early grave
Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto IV, st. 12)
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Of all
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.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Vision of Judgment (st. 10)
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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.
Author: Thomas Campbell
Source: Hallowed Ground
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But an untimely grave.
Author: Thomas Carew
Source: On the Duke of Buckingham
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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.
Author: John Dyer
Source: Ruins of Rome (l. 540)
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(Julian would learn something) even if he had one foot in the
grave.
[Lat., Etsi alterum pedem in sepulchro haberem.]
Author: Desiderius Gerhard Erasmus
Source: quoting Pomponius, of Julian, original phrase one foot in the ferry boat, Charon's boat
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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.
Author: Robert Fergusson
Source: Epigram on the Death of Mr. Thomas Lancashire, comedian
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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.
Author: Thomas Gray
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard
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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Author: Thomas Gray
Source: Elegy in a Country Churchyard
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The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.
Author: G. C. Lichtenberg
Source: None
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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.
Author: Philip Ii
Source: None
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I was able to go to Iraq.. to the place my son died..
and fill my promise to my wife to put a crucifix on
the spot.. and bring home some of the blood
drenched dirt..and plant a white rose bush in it
Military Families Speak Out.. broadcast on C Span.
Author: Fernando Suarez Solar
Source: None
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He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: None
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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Author: Edward Young
Source: None
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We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.
Author: Tryon Edwards
Source: None
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A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
Author: Nathaniel Hawthorne
Source: None
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There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.
Author: Henry Ward Beecher
Source: None
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The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
Author: Ellen Glasgow
Source: None
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