GRAVE

Related Subjects: Church, Death, Epitaphs, Funeral, Monument

1. Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.—HENRY ADAMS, The Education of Henry Adams
   

2. One foot in the grave.—BEAUMONT & FLETCHER, The Little French Lawyer
   

3. All that tread
   The globe are but a handful to the tribes
   That slumber in its bosom.—BRYANT, Thanatopsis
   

4. As James J. Hill used to say: "There'll be no pockets in your shroud."—B. C. FORBES
   

5. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
   And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
   Await alike the inevitable hour:
   The paths of glory lead but to the grave.—THOMAS GRAY, Elegy Written in a
   Country Churchyard
   

6. Caskets!— a vile modern phrase, which compels a person of sense and good taste to shrink more disgustfully than ever before from the idea of being buried at all.—HAWTHORNE, Our Old Home
   

7. Wrapt in the cold embraces of the tomb.—HOMER, Iliad

8. In the democracy of the dead, all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.—J. J. INGALLS
   

9. Teach me to live, that I may dread
   The grave as little as my bed.—BISHOP THOMAS KEN, Morning and Evening Hymn
   

10. I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
    The burial-ground God's-Acre!—LONGFELLOW, God's-Acre
    

11. The grave itself is but a covered bridge
    Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness.—LONGFELLOW, The Golden Legend
    

12. All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.—MASTERS, Spoon River Anthology
    

13. O Lady, he is dead and gone!
    Lady, he's dead and gone!
    And at his head a green grass turfe,
    And at his heels a stone.—THOMAS PERCY, Reliques of A. P.
    

14. The grave is the general meeting-place.—Proverb
    

15. Lay her i' the earth;
    And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
    May violets spring.—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
    

16. Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
    Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
    Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.—SHAKESPEARE, Richard II
    

17. And my large kingdom for a little grave,
    A little little grave, an obscure grave.—SHAKESPEARE, Richard II
    

18. What will they give me, when journey's done?
    Your own room to be quiet in, Son!—HUMBERT WOLFE, Journey's End
    

19. One that would peep and botanize
    Upon his mother's grave.—WORDSWORTH, A Poet's Epitaph
    

20. She lived unknown, and few could know
    When Lucy ceased to be;
    But she is in her grave, and, oh
    The difference to me.—WORDSWORTH, Lucy