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
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.
-- Reginald Heber (1783-1826)
-- At a Funeral, No. ii
Related:
- Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- At a Funeral, No.... - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness,
and lend us thine aid. -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826)... - Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.
Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Missionary... - By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- First Sunday after Epiphany... - Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
George Linley (1798-1865) -- Thou art... - 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... - Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts,
though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are... - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful,
for thou art not so. -- John Donne (1572-1631), "Death... - Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou?
Fond hope of many nations,
art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and...
