Graves are of all sizes. [ Proverb ]
Even cities have their graves. [ Longfellow ]
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide.
Every one lets forth its sprite.
In the church-way paths to glide. [ William Shakespeare ]
Graves they say are warmed by glory;
Foolish words and empty story. [ Heine ]
Grass grows at last above all graves. [ Julia C. R. Dorr ]
We shall lie ail alike in our graves. [ Proverb ]
He doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves. [ Jul. Caes ]
How much of love lies buried dusty graves! [ F. A. Durivage ]
So many ghosts, and forms of fright,
Have started from their graves tonight.
They have driven sleep from mine eyes away;
I will go down to the chapel and pray. [ Longfellow ]
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. [ Shakespeare ]
Bloody and deceitful men dig their own graves. [ Proverb ]
How poor a thing is pride! when all, as
Differ but in their fetters, not their graves. [ Daniels ]
Oblivion is the flower that grows best on graves. [ George Sand ]
Graves, the dashes in the punctuation of our lives. [ S. W. Duffield ]
What of them is left, to tell
Where they lie, and how they fell?
Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves:
But they live in the Verse that immortally saves. [ Byron ]
Let our last sleep be in the graves of our native land! [ Osceola ]
The Wise (Minstrel or Sage), out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from their graves they rise.
Angels - that, side by side, upon our way,
Walk with and warn us! [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]
To our graves we walk In the thick footprints of departed men. [ Alex. Smith ]
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. [ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ]
The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console us. [ Arsène Houssaye ]
Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland, odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves. [ Countess of Blessington ]
A man's love for his native land lies deeper than any logical expression, among those pulses of the heart which vibrate to the sanctities of home, and to the thoughts which leap up from his father's graves. [ Chapin ]
O, if the deeds of human creatures could be traced to their source, how beautiful would even death appear; for how much charity, mercy, and purified affection would be seen to have their growth in dusty graves! [ Dickens ]
We adorn graves with flowers and redolent plants, just emblems of the life of man, which has been compared in the Holy Scriptures to those fading beauties whose roots, being buried in dishonor, rise again in glory. [ Evelyn ]
Night steals on; and the day takes its farewell, like the words of a departing friend, or the last tone of hallowed music in a minster's aisles, heard when it floats along the shade of elms, in the still place of graves. [ Percival ]
Graves, the dashes in the punctuation of our lives. To the Christian they are but the place at which he gathers breath for a nobler sentence. To Christ, the grave was but the hyphen between man and God, for He was God-man. [ Duffield ]
The Christian cemetery is a memorial and a record. It is not a mere field in which the dead are stowed away unknown; it is a touching and beautiful history, written in family burial plots, in mounded graves, in sculptured and inscribed monuments. It tells the story of the past, - not of its institutions, or its wars, or its ideas, but of its individual lives, - of its men and women and children, and of its household. It is silent, but eloquent; it is common, but it is unique. We find no such history elsewhere; there are no records in all the wide world in which we can discover so much that is suggestive, so much that is pathetic and impressive. [ Joseph Anderson ]