tomb (n.)

tomb (v.)

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

James Beattie (1735-1803): The Hermit.

Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,

But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun

Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee

A name which before thee no mortal hath won.

Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,

No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain:

Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,

No sound can awake thee to glory again.

Leonard Heath: The Grave of Bonaparte.

While man is growing, life is in decrease;

And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 717.

Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.

Reginald Heber (1783-1826): At a Funeral. No. ii.

And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,

That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

John Milton (1608-1674): Epitaph on Shakespeare.

Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Historia Vitae et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. Exper. 100.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,

E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23.

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.

Robert Emmet (1780-1803): Speech on his Trial and Conviction for High Treason, September, 1803.

The tomb of him who would have made

The world too glad and free.

Thomas K Hervey (1799-1859): The Devil's Progress.

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

Edmund Burke (1729-1797): Letter to Matthew Smith.

I 've stood upon Achilles' tomb,

And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 101.

Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh

To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie

A little nearer Spenser, to make room

For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.

Basse: On Shakespeare.