Grave (burial)

"Graves they say are warm'd by glory; Foolish words and empty story."

"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!"

"The house appointed for all living."

"Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed."

"Then to the grave I turned me to see what therein lay; 'Twas the garment of the Christian, worn out and thrown away."

"I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's Acre. It is just."

"This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow!"

"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 hues mingled with the rose; We give to each a tender thought and pass Out of the graveyards with their tangled grass."

"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!"

"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 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."

"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."

"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."

"Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros."

"There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground."

"(Bodies) carefully to be laid up in the wardrobe of the grave."

"Pabulum Acheruntis."

"Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed, And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast; There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow."

"Ruhe eines Kirchhofs!"

"Never the grave gives back what it has won!"

"To that dark inn, the Grave!"

"O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you Hope to inherit in the grave below?"

"The grave Is but the threshold of eternity."

"There is an acre sown with royal seed."

"Kings have no such couch as thine, As the green that folds thy grave."

"…The low green tent Whose curtain never outward swings."

"But the grandsire's chair is empty, The cottage is dark and still; There's a nameless grave on the battle-field, And a new one under the hill."

"… In shepherd's phrase With one foot in the grave."

"The earth doth not cover our beloved, but heaven hath received him; let us tarry for a while, and we shall be in his company."

"For ages the world has been waiting and watching; millions, with broken hearts, have hovered around the yawning abyss; but no echo has come back from the engulfing gloom —silence, oblivion, covers all. If indeed they survive; if they went away whole and victorious, they give us no signals. We wait for years, but no messages come from the far-away shore to which they have gone."

"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. O, 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."

"The grave has a door on its inner side."

"It is sweet to hold converse with the pious dead. A holy influence emanates from their blissful home, and fills the soul with a feeling of sacred and solemn awe. The spirit whispers peace, and fills the waiting caverns of the soul with the bright hope of again meeting those whom we believe to be in the abode of redeemed and happy spirits."

"The grave is a very small hillock, but we can see farther from it, when standing on it, than from the highest mountain in all the world."

"Dark lattice! letting in eternal day!"