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Put off boasting, give up self-conceit and remember your grave.

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Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down;And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

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He that unburied lies wants not his hearse,For unto him a tomb's the Universe.

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They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

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Perhaps the early graveWhich men weep over may be meant to save.

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The foot in the grave.

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Take your delight in momentariness,With the grave's narrowness, though not its peace.

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They grew in beauty side by side,By mount and stream and sea.

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A piece of a Churchyard fits everybody.

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Sympathy is the softener of death, and memory of the loved and the lost is the earthly shadow of their immortality. But who turns aside amid those crowds that hurry through the thronged and noisy streets?—No one can love London better than I do; but never do I wish to be buried there. It is the best place in the world for a house, and the worst for a grave.

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Lay her in the gentle earth,As the rain of April lendeth.

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The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

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The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest,And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

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Bear from hence his body:Did follow to his urn.

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The sepulchre,Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws.

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They bore him barefac'd on the bier;And in his grave rain'd many a tear.

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Lay her i' the earth;May violets spring!

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Has this fellow no feeling of his business that he sings at grave-making? Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

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Gilded tombs do worms infold.

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Let's choose executors and talk of wills:Save our deposed bodies to the ground?

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Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

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Peace is in the grave.This is defeat, fierce king, not victory.

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The lone couch of his everlasting sleep.

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I am gone into the fieldsDeath will listen to your stave.

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Our father's dust is left aloneAnd silent under other snows.

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And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor; but no man knoweth of his sepulcher unto this day.

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By Nebo's lonely mountain, And laid the dead man there.

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Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.

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Here's an acre sown indeed,With the richest royalest seed.

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Nigh to a grave that was newly made,Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.

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See yonder maker of the dead man's bed,A gentle tear.

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The grave, dread thing!Shakes off her wonted firmness.

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The grave is Heaven's golden gate,Behold this gate of pearl and gold!

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Build me a shrine, and I could kneel With kindred feelings press my grave.

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Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.

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I gazed upon the glorious skyThe rich, green mountain turf should break.

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I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.

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Of all There throbb'd not there a thought which pierc'd the pall.

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What's hallow'd ground? Has earth a clod To bow the knee.

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But an untimely grave.

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The grave's the market place.

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The solitary, silent, solemn scene,Where human folly sleeps.

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Alas, poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart,The Sexton's dreary part performed on thee.

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Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

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The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

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Fond fool! six feet shall serve for all thy store,And he that cares for most shall find no more.

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Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, The Meccas of the mind.

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Green be the turf above thee, Nor named thee but to praise.

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

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Where shall we make her grave? There—lay her there!

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The house appointed for all living.

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Teach me to live that I may dreadThe grave as little as my bed.

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

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

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

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I see their scattered gravestones gleaming whiteOut of the graveyards with their tangled grass.

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Take them, O Grave! and let them lie And precious only to ourselves!

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As life runs on, the road grows strange 'Neath every one a friend.

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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.

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

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And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie;That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

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There is a calm for those who weep, Low in the ground.

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

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Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed,There the first roses of the year shall blow.

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Never the grave gives back what it has won!

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To that dark inn, the Grave!

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

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The graveIs but the threshold of eternity.

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There is an acre sown with royal seed.

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

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Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

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…The low green tentWhose curtain never outward swings.

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But the grandsire's chair is empty, And a new one under the hill.

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… In shepherd's phraseWith one foot in the grave.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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The grave has a door on its inner side.

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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.

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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.

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Dark lattice! letting in eternal day!

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