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I praise Thee while my days go on;
I love Thee while my days go on:
Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost,
With emptied arms and treasure lost,
I thank Thee while my days go on.
And having in Thy life-depth thrown
Being and suffering (which are one),
As a child drops his pebble small
Down some deep well, and hears it fall
Smiling – so I. THY DAYS GO ON.

1998 Mrs. Browning : De Profundis. Sts. 23 and 24 GRAVE — see Churchyard, Death, Funeral, Sexton.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye,
Give him a little earth for charity.

Shaks. : Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
One destin'd period men in common have,
The great, the base, the coward, and the brave,
All food alike for worms, companions in the grave.

Lansdowne : On Death. Grass grows at last above all graves, you say? 2001

Julia C. R. Dorr : Grass-Grown.

The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou’rt named: Nature appallid,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.

Blair : The Grave. Line 9
Here all the mighty troublers of the earth,
Who swam to sov’reign rule through seas of blood;
Th’ oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains,
Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste,
And in a cruel wantonness of power
Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up
To want the rest; now, like a storm that's spent,
Lie hush'd.

Blair: The Grave. Line 208 When self-esteem, or others' adulation, Would cunningly persuade us we were something Above the common level of our kind; The grave gainsays the smooth complexion’d flattery, And with blunt truth acquaints us what we are. 2004

Blair : The Grave. Line 232 Here the o’erloaded slave flings down his burden From his galld shoulders; and, when the cruel tyrant, With all his guards and tools of power about him, Is meditating new, unheard of hardships, Mocks his short arm, and, quick as thought, escapes Where tyrants vex not, and the weary rest. 2005

Blair : The Grave. Line 501

Under ground Precedency's a jest; vassal and lord, Grossly familiar, side by side consume. 2006

Blair : The Grave. Line 229 There is a calm for those who weep,

rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. 2007

James Montgomery: The Grave Where is the house for all the living found? Go ask the deaf, the dumb, the dead; All answer, without voice or sound, Each resting in his bed; Look down and see, Beneath thy feet, A place for thee;

There all the living meet.

2008 James Montgomery : In Mem. of the Rev. James Harvey. I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls The burial-ground, God's Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust.

Into its furrows shall we all be cast,
In the sure faith, that we shall rise again
At the great harvest, when the archangel's blast
Shall winnow, like a fan, the chaff and grain.

Longfellow : God's Acre.
Art is long,'and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

Longfellow: Psalm of Life. The most magnificent and costly dome, Is but an upper chamber to a tomb; No spot on earth but has supplied a grave, And human skulls the spacious ocean pave.

2011 Young : Poem on the Last Day. Bk. ii Line 87 Body hides — where? Ferns of all feather, Mosses and heather, Yours be the care! 2012

Robert Browning : La Saisiaz. Prologue GREATNESS — see Ambition, Authority, Farewell, Honor,

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, And some have greatness thrust upon them. 2013

Shaks. : Tw. Night. Act ii. Sc. ā

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Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet, For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder; nothing but thunder. 2014

Shaks. : M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 2 (reat men may jest with saints: ’tis wit in them, but in the less, foul profanation.

That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. 2015

Shaks.: M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 2

Heaven knows, I had no such intent;
But that necessity so bow'd the state,
That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss.

Shaks. : 2 Henry IV. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
But great men tremble when the lion roars.

Shaks. : 2 Henry VI. Act, iii. Sc. 1. 'Tis certain, greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too. What the declined is, He shall as soon read in the eyes of others, As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer. 2018

Shaks. : Troil. and Cress. Act iii. Sc. 3 Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. 2019

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsat. Act i. Sc. 2.

Rightly to be great,
Is, not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honor's at the stake.

Shaks. : Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4.
The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
That makes him honored, or begets him hate;
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
The moon, being clouded, presently is missed,
But little stars may hide them when they list.
The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire.
And unperceived fly with the filth away ;
But if the like the snow-white swan desire,
The stain upon his silver down will stay.

Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. Line 1004 No great deed is done By falterers who ask for certainty. 2022

George Eliot : The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. i

He, above the rest
In shape and gesture proudly eminent,
Stood like a tower.

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. i. Line 589.
At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminished heads.

Milton : Par. Lost. Bk. iv. Line 34. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. 2025

Pope : Prologue to Addison's Cato. Line 21. Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise; Form’d by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. 2026

Pope : Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 377. What is station high? 'Tis a proud mendicant; it boasts, and begs; It begs an alms of homage from the throng, And oft the throng denies its charity. 2027

Young : Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 287. He, who ascends to mountain-tops shall find Their loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds of snow; He, who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Tho' high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head. 2028

Byron : Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 45. Great truths are portions of the soul of man; Great souls are portions of Eternity. 2029

James Russell Lowell: Sonnet vi. In joys, in grief, in triumphs, in retreat, Great always, without aiming to be great.

2030 Roscommon: Dr. Chetwood to the Earl. Line 67. Great hearts have largest room to bless the small; Strong natures give the weaker home and rest. 2031

Lucy Larcom : Sonnet. The Presence. Are not great Men the models of nations?

2032 Owen Meredith : Lucile. Pt. ii. Canto vi. St. 29. GREECE. The mountains look on MarathonAnd Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dream'd that Greece might still be free. 2033

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i'i. St. 86.




Clime of the unforgotten brave:
Whose land, from plain to mountain-cave,
Was Freedom's home, or Glory's grave;
Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?

Byron : Giaour. Line 113
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth !
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!

Byron : Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 73 GREEDINESS - - see Gluttony.

Those that much covet are with gain so fond,
That what they have not, that which they possess,
They scatter and unloose it from their bond,
And so, by hoping more, they have but less;
Or, gaining more, the profit of excess
Is but to surfeit, and such griefs sustain,
That they prove bankrupt in this poor-rich gain.

Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. Line 134.
GRIEF - see Consolation, Sorrow, Tears, Weeping.
Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Shaks. : Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 2. Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds. 2038

Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act iii. Sc. 3. What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief. 2039

Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2. A heavier task could not have been impos’d, TH ın I to speak my griefs unspeakable. 2040

Shaks. : Com. of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1. Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows, Which show like grief itself, but are not so: For sorrow's eye glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects. 2041

Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.

Shaks.: Richard II. Act jii. Sc. 2

My grief lies all within;
And these external manners of laments
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul;
There lies the substance.

Shaks.: Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1

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