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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.

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No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.

No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.

by James Russell Lowell Found in: June Quotes,
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Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious read more

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.

by Thomas Gray Found in: Grave Quotes,
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We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave read more

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

by Tryon Edwards Found in: Grave Quotes,
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But an untimely grave.

But an untimely grave.

by Thomas Carew Found in: Grave Quotes,
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One foot in the grave.

One foot in the grave.

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The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.

The grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.

by Robert Blair Found in: Grave Quotes,
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What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery read more

What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me "dust to dust."

by Thomas Hood Found in: June Quotes,
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The solitary, silent, solemn scene,
Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,
Blended in dust together; where the read more

The solitary, silent, solemn scene,
Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,
Blended in dust together; where the slave
Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud
Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard:
Where human folly sleeps.

by John Dyer Found in: Grave Quotes,
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Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.

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

by Francis Beaumont Found in: Grave Quotes,
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