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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.
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
GRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. 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.
GRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Fond fool! six feet shall serve for all thy store, And he that cares for most shall find no more. JOSEPH HALL Satires. No. III. Second Series.
(See also HERBERT, LUCANUS) Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines,
Shrines to no code or creed confined, -
I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.
BURKE-Letter to Matthew Smith.
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. BYRON—Vision of Judgment. St. 10.
What's hallow'd ground? Has earth a clod
Erect and free,
To bow the knee.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days;
Nor named thee but to praise.
(See also POPE, also BURNS under LOVE) Graves they say are warm'd by glory; Foolish words and empty story.
HEINE--Latest Poems. Epilogue. L. 1.
In the free air!
Therelay her there!
Make her Grave?
A piece of a Churchyard fits everybody. HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.
(See also Hall)
The solitary, silent, solemn scene,
DYER-Ruins of Rome. L. 540.
The house appointed for all living.
Job. XXX. 23.
Teach me to live that I may dread
found in THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici.
Etsi alterum pedem in sepulchro haberem.
(Julian would learn something) even if he had one foot in the grave. ERASMUS. Quoting POMPONIUS, of JULIAN.
Original phrase one foot in the ferry boat,
Then to the grave I turned me to see what there
in lay; 'Twas the garment of the Christian, worn out
and thrown away. KRUMMACHER—Death and the Christian.
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. ROBERT FERGUSSON-Epigram on the Death
of Mr. Thomas Lancashire, Comedian. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless
breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
The burial-ground God's Acre. It is just.
(See also BEAUMONT) This is the field and Acre of our God,
This is the place where human harvests grow! LONGFELLOW-God's Acre.
I see their scattered gravestones gleaming white
LONGFELLOW-Morituri Salutamus. L. 120. Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves,
And precious only to ourselves!
(See also MACDONALD, PEARSON) There are slave-drivers quietly whipped under
ground, 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.
LOWELL-Fables for Critics. L. 1,656. 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. LOWELL. Written on his 68th birthday. 5 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. GEORGE MACDONALD-Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood. P. 481.
(See also LONGFELLOW) Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. X. Ep. 43.
7 And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie; That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
MILTON-Epitaph on Shakespeare. There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground. MONTGOMERY—The Grave. (Bodies) carefully to be laid up in the wardrobe of the grave. BISHOP PEARSON---Exposition of the Creed. Article IV.
(See also LONGFELLOW)
Food of Acheron. (Grave.)
There is an acre sown with royal seed.
Ch. I. (See also BEAUMONT)
Kings have no such couch as thine,
TENNYSON—A Dirge. Št. 6.
4 Our father's dust is left alone And silent under other snows.
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. CV.
So let his name through Europe ring!
A man of mean estate,
Because his soul was great.
No great deed is done By falterers who ask for certainty. GEORGE ELIOT—The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
56th line from end. 17
He is great who is what he is from Nature, and who never reminds us of others. EMERSON—Essays. Second Series. Uses of
Great Men. 18
Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul.
EMERSON–Uses of Great Men.
But the grandsire's chair is empty,
The cottage is dark and still;
And a new one under the hill.
He who comes up to his own idea of greatness, must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind. HAZLITT-Table Talk. Whether Genius is Con
scious of its own Power.
In shepherd's phrase With one foot in the grave. WORDSWORTH-Michael.
(See also ERASMUS)
No really great man ever thought himself so. HAZLITT_Table Talk. Whether Genius is Con
scious of its own Power.
Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.
BAILEY-Festus. Sc. Home.
Ajax the great
BEN JONSON—The Forest. To Lady Aubigny.
The great man is the man who can get himself made and who will get himself made out of anything he finds at hand. GERALD STANLEY LEE-Crowds. Bk. II.
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God. LONGFELLOW—Kavanagh. Ch. I.
A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.
LOWELL-My Study Windows. Garfield.
I have touched the highest point of all my great
ness: And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 223. Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 351. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Julius Cæsar. Act I, Sc. 2. L. 135.
The great man is he who does not lose his child's heart.
MENCIUS—Works. Bk. IV. Pt. II. Ch. XII.
5 That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own,
For neither praise nor pelf:
Whole in himself.
Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 98.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great.
King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 51.
Are not great Men the models of nations? OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Lucile. Pt.
II. Canto VI. St. 29. 7
Les grands ne sont grands que parceque nous, les portons sur nos épaules; nous n'avons qu' à les secouer pour en joncher la terre.
The great are only great because we carry them on our shoulders; when we throw them off they sprawl on the ground. MONTANDRÉ—Point de l'Ovale.
Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 192.
20 They that stand high have many blasts to shake
them; And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 259.
Lives obscurely great.
HENRY J. NEWBOLDT—Minora Sidera.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 157. Not that the heavens the little can make great, But many a man has lived an age too late.
R. H. STODDARD—To Edmund Clarence Sted
Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.
Swift—Thoughts on Various Subjects.
The world knows nothing of its greatest men. HENRY TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde. Act
I. Sc. 5.
Les grands ne sont grands que parceque nous sommes à genoux: relevons nous. The great
are only great because we are on our knees. Let us rise up. PRUD'HOMME-Révolutions de Paris. Motto.
(See also YOUNG)
The curse of greatness:
Si vir es, suspice, etiam si decidunt, magna conantes.
If thou art a man, admire those who attempt great things, even though they fail. SENECA-De Brevitate. XX.
Such is the aspect of this shore;
BYRON—The Giaour. L. 90.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
MOORE—Evenings in Greece. First Evening.
The only cure for grief is action.
Lope De Vega. Ch. II.
(See also SPENSER) Illa dolet vere qui sine teste dolet.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. I. 34. 4. There is a solemn luxury in grief.
WM. MASON—The English Garden, L. 596.
GREETING (See FAREWELL, MEETING, PART
O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin
Of taking vainly in a plaintive mood, The holy name of Grief-holy herein,
That, by the grief of One, came all our good.
E. B. BROWNING—Sonnets. Exaggeration. Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is wellThat is light grieving!
E. B. BROWNING—Tears.
Se a ciascun l'interno affanno
If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied! METASTASIO—Giuseppe Riconosciuto. I.
22 What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
MILTON-Comus. L. 362.
Great, good, and just, could I but rate
MONTROSE. On Charles I.
(See also IBN EZRA) Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exæstuat intus, Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. OVID-Tristium. V. 1. 63.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
GOLDSMITH-Deserted Village. L. 384.