grave

Dust into dust and under dust to lie Sans wine sans song sans singer and - sans end.

The house appointed for all living.

Oh how a small portion of earth will hold us when we are dead who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living!

O death where is thy sting? O grave where is thy victory?

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

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.

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

The temple of silence and reconciliation.

Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie.

Is but the threshold of eternity.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.Visiting Kathy's grave was the less dramatic of the two.

I'd rather dig my own grave than rot in the sun.

Hoarding can never end, for the heart of man always covets for more, its raging appetites can only be quenched by the heavy sands of the grave.

...when I look at and study the ranks of my books - for I have put the name of each author on the binding - I feel as if I am looking at the holy graves of those who wrote them.

I looked upon the sea, it was to be my grave

It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.