The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
-- Robert Blair (1699-1747)
-- The Grave, Part i, Line 9
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
-- Robert Blair (1699-1747)
-- The Grave, Part i, Line 9
Related:
- Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweetener of life!
and solder of society! -- Robert Blair (1699-1747)... - Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line... - The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line... - The good he scorn'd
Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of... - The cup goes round:
And who so artful as to put it by!
'T is long since Death had the majority. -- Robert... - Into this wild abyss,
The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book ii... - Keep the line moving.
--
Written on... - Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine.
John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book viii... - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,
Thou 'rt such a touchy,
testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth...
