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Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed, And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast; There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow. POPE—Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady. L. 65.
(See also HALLECK)
The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
POPE-Windsor Forest. L. 317.
Ruhe eines Kirchhofs!
The churchyard's peace.
I see their scattered gravestones gleaming white
LONGFELLOW-Morituri Salutamus. L. 120. Take them, O Grave! and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves,
And precious only to ourselves!
(See also MacDONALD, PEARSON) There are slave drivers quietly whipped under
ground, There bookbinders, done up in boards, are fast
bound, There card-players wait till the last trump be
played, There all the choice spirits get finally laid, There the babe that's unborn is supplied with a
berth, There men without legs get their six feet of
earth, There lawyers repose, each wrapped up in his
case, There seekers of office are sure of a place, There defendant and plaintiff get equally cast, There shoemakers quietly stick to the last.
LOWELL-Fables for Critics. L. 1,656.
With faces new,-and near the end
'Neath every one a friend.
We should teach our children to think no more of their bodies when dead than they do of their hair when cut off, or of their old clothes when they have done with them. GEORGE MacDONALD—Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood. P. 481.
(See also LONGFELLOW) Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. X. Ep. 43. And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie; That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
MILTON-Epitaph on Shakespeare. There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground. MONTGOMERY—The Grave. (Bodies) carefully to be laid up in the wardrobe of the grave. BISHOP PEARSON-Exposition of the Creed. Article IV.
(See also LONGFELLOW) Pabulum Acheruntis.
Food of Acheron. (Grave.)
Has this fellow no feeling of his business that he sings at grave-making?
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 73.
21 Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 69.
Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 148.
23 Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 70.
The great man who thinks greatly of himself, is not diminishing that greatness in heaping fuel on his fire. ISAAC D'ISRAELI---Literary Character of Men
of Genius. Ch. XV.
So let his name through Europe ring!
A man of mean estate,
Because his soul was great.
of the Buffs.
There is an acre sown with royal seed.
Ch. I. (See also BEAUMONT)
TENNYSON-A Dirge. St. 6.
4 Our father's dust is left alone And silent under other snows.
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. CV.
5 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. WATTS—Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Funeral
Thoughts. Bk. II. Vol. IX. Hymn 63.
But the grandsire's chair is empty,
The cottage is dark and still;
And a new one under the hill.
Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul. EMERSON—Uses of Great Men. 19
He who comes up to his own idea of greatness, must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind. HAZLITT—Table Talk. Whether Genius is Con
scious of its own Power.
In shepherd's phrase With one foot in the grave. WORDSWORTH-Michael.
(See also ERASMUS)
Ajax the great *
BEN JONSON—The Forest. To Lady Aubigny.
Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven;
Act II. Sc. 1.
Man's Unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his Greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite. CARLYLE-Sartor Resartus. The Everlasting
Yea. Bk. II. Ch. IX.
Urit enim fulgore suo qui prægravat artes
That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead. HORACE—Epistles. II. 1. 13.
24 Greatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for fortune's ice, vertue's firme land. RICHARD KNOLLES-Turkish History. Under a portrait of Mustapha I. L. 13.
(See also DRYDEN under AMBITION) Great is advertisement! 'tis almost fate;
But, little mushroom-men, of puff-ball fame. Ah, do you dream to be mistaken great
And to be really great are just the same? RICHARD LE GALLIENNE-Alfred Tennyson.
The great man is the man who can get himself made and who will get himself made out of anything he finds at hand. GERALD STANLEY LEE-Crowds. Bk. II.
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God. LONGFELLOW—Kavanagh. Ch. I.
A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.
LOWELL-My Study Windows. Garfield.
I have touched the highest point of all my great
ness: And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 223. Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 351. 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. Julius Cæsar. Act I, Sc. 2. L. 135.
The great man is he who does not lose his child's heart.
MENCIUS—Works. Bk. IV. Pt. II. Ch. XII.
5 That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own,
For neither praise nor pelf:
Whole in himself.
Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 98.
But thou art fair, and at thy birth, dear boy, Nature and Fortune join'd to make thee great.
King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 51.
Are not great Men the models of nations? OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Lucile. Pt.
II. Canto VI. St. 29. 7
Les grands ne sont grands que parceque nous, les portons sur nos épaules; nous n'avons qu' à les secouer pour en joncher la terre.
The great are only great because we carry them on our shoulders; when we throw them off they sprawl on the ground. MONTANDRÉ—Point de l'Ovale.
Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 192.
20 They that stand high have many blasts to shake
them; And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 259.
Lives obscurely great.
HENRY J. NEWBOLDT—Minora Sidera.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 157. Not that the heavens the little can make great, But many a man has lived an age too late.
R. H. STODDARD—To Edmund Clarence Sted
Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.
Swift—Thoughts on Various Subjects.
The world knows nothing of its greatest men. HENRY TAYLOR-Philip Van Artevelde. Act
I. Sc. 5.
Les grands ne sont grands que parceque nous sommes à genoux: relevons nous. The great
are only great because we are on our knees. Let us rise up. PRUD'HOMME-Révolutions de Paris. Motto.
(See also YOUNG)
The curse of greatness:
Si vir es, suspice, etiam si decidunt, magna conantes.
If thou art a man, admire those who attempt great things, even though they fail. SENECA-De Brevitate. XX.
Such is the aspect of this shore;
BYRON—The Giaour. L. 90.
To Greece we give our shining blades.
MOORE—Evenings in Greece. First Evening.
GREETING (See FAREWELL, MEETING, PART
The only cure for grief is action.
Lope De Vega. Ch. II.
(See also SPENSER) Illa dolet vere qui sine teste dolet.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. I. 34. 4. There is a solemn luxury in grief.
WM. MASON—The English Garden, L. 596.
If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied! METASTASIO–Giuseppe Riconosciuto. I.
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
MILTON-Comus. L. 362.
(See also IBN EZRA) Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exæstuat intus, Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. OVID-Tristium. V. 1. 63.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
GOLDSMITH-Deserted Village. L. 384.
Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances.
Titus Andronicus. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 79.
But I have That honourable grief lodg'd here which burns Worse than tears drown.
Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 110.
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself: 0, if I could, what grief should I forget!
King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 48. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief? King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 93.
14 But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er
skip, When grief hath mates.
King Lear. Act III. Sc. 6. L. 113.
“Oh, but," quoth she, “great griefe will not be
tould, And can more easily be thought than said.” SPENSER—Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto VII.
St. 41. (See also LONGFELLOW)