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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Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.
Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.
There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.
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.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
(Julian would learn something) even if he had one foot in the
grave.
[Lat., Etsi alterum pedem in read more
(Julian would learn something) even if he had one foot in the
grave.
[Lat., Etsi alterum pedem in sepulchro haberem.]
Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.
Here's an acre sown indeed,
With the richest royalest seed.
It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the read more
It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes
And pleasant scents the noses.
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.
