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• Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
  -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 109...
• The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
  -- Robert Blair (1699-1747) -- The Grave, Part i, Line 58...
• The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named
  Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness....
• The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by!
  'T is long since Death had the majority....
• The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to retu
  or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between....
• As cement poured on novelist's grave, the plot thickened.
• I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- In a Balcony...
• The soul aspiring pants its source to mount, As streams meander level with their fount.
  -- Robert Montgomery (1807-1855) -- The Omnipresence of the Deity, Part i...
• A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
  -- John Dyer (1700-1758) -- Grongar Hill, Line 88...