turf (n.)

turf (v.)

O Lady, he is dead and gone!

Lady, he's dead and gone!

And at his head a green grass turfe,

And at his heels a stone.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): The Friar of Orders Gray.

Few, few shall part where many meet!

The snow shall be their winding-sheet,

And every turf beneath their feet

Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Hohenlinden.

Green be the turf above thee,

Friend of my better days!

None knew thee but to love thee,

Nor named thee but to praise.

Alfred Bunn (1790-1860): On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.

Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,

Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,

With here and there a violet bestrewn,

Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;

And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

James Beattie (1735-1803): The Minstrel. Book ii. Stanza 17.

To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.

Thomas Fuller (1608-1661): Holy and Profane State. The Virtuous Lady.

Oft on the dappled turf at ease

I sit, and play with similes,

Loose type of things through all degrees.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To the same Flower.

Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung;

By fairy forms their dirge is sung.