“Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die.” EyeDiesSweetRootsAngryBraveRoseGravesHis EyesWipeHue Author:George Herbert
“Oh! if you could only hear Intemperance with drunkards' bones drumming on the top of the wine cask the Dead March of immortal souls, you would go home and kneel down and pray God that rather than your children should ever become the victims of this evil habit, you might carry them out to Greenwood and put them down in the last slumber, waiting for the flowers of spring to come over the grave-sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God hath a balm for such a Wound, but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher?” IfsShouldChildrenSoulHomeMightLastsEvilWaitingSweetFlowerGrewPrayingHabitComfortSpringOur ChildrenDown AndVictimWineBonesWoundsGravesYour ChildrenImmortalMarchResurrectionProphecyDrunkennessPraying To GodSlumberDrunkardsDrummingImmortal SoulIntemperance Author:Thomas De Witt Talmage
“As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of life, and, though inwardly wincing, can calmly pursue his way to the restful grave, while his old, harsh voice is softly cadenced into sweetest melody, like the faint notes of an angel's whispered song. As patience deepens, charity and sympathy increase.” WayChristianSongGrowsVoiceSweetSorrowQuietAngelIncreaseNotesCharityGravesPursueMelodyHarshSweetestRestful Author:George Horace Lorimer
“Chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-covered quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without Fear or Doubt, To live an unstain'd Wife of my sweet Love.” MenMadeHouseDoubtWifeSweetBearsBonesGravesChainsCoveredYellowFidelitySkullsDead ManSweet LoveRoaringShroudsShank Book:Romeo and Juliet Source: Romeo and Juliet
“In my mind, I gave the woman gifts. I gave her a candle stub. I gave her a box of wooden kitchen matches. I gave her a cake of Lifebuoy soap. I gave her a ceilingful of glow-in-the-dark planets. I gave her a bald baby doll. I gave her a ripe fig, sweet as new wood, and a milkdrop from its stem. I gave her a peppermint puff. I gave her a bouquet of four roses. I gave her fat earthworms for her grave. I gave her a fish from Roebuck Lake, a vial of my sweat for it to swim in.” MindDarkFourPlanetsSweetBabyRoseFishesBoxesWoodsGravesFatsKitchenLakesSwimCakeSweatCandleStemSoapDollsRipePuffFigsBouquetsPeppermintGlow In The Dark Book:Music of the Swamp Source: Music of the Swamp
“Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!” BlackWhitePoorShareSweetFlowerLoversThousandFairsLet MeBreathsLaysBonesStuckGravesThrownSighCorpsesMaidsCoffinsFly AwayShroudsTrue LoversCypressesTwelfth Night ImportantYew Author:William Shakespeare
“I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.” ShouldPlayUsedJoyDesireReligionTurnsBlackSawsDoorsSweetFlowerWalkingBuiltGardenStonesGreenFilledRoundsGravesMidstPriestsGatesBoresTombsBindingGownsChapelBriarsSweet Flowers Book:The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake Source: The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake