Quotes About Tomb

We can easily see that the new conception of the Tomb in Arcady initiated by Poussin's Louvre picture, and sanctioned by the mistranslation of its inscription, could lead to reflections of almost opposite nature, depressing and melancholy on the one hand, comforting and assuaging on the other; and more often than not, to a truly "Romantic" fusion of both.

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

Leon at once envied the calm of the tomb, and one evening he had even made his will, asking to be buried in that beautiful rug with velvet stripes he had received from her. For this was how they would have wished to be, each setting up an ideal to which they were now adapting their past life. Besides, speech is a rolling-mill that always thins out the sentiment.

As a child I dreamt of love—as a young man of fame—as a man, of the tomb, that last love of those who have no love left.

But of these things I must not now speak. I will tell only of the lone tomb in the darkest of the hillside thickets.

At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb.

the phantom of the burning house faded, I found myself screaming and struggling madly in the arms of two men, one of whom was the spy who had followed me to the tomb. Rain was pouring down in torrents, and upon the southern horizon were flashes of the lightning that had so lately passed over our heads. My

The bleak mountain wind, sighing through the olive grove and the tomb-tree, had an uncanny way of forming vaguely articulate sounds.

The Bishop has a skin, God knows, Wrinkled like the foot of a goose, (All find safety in the tomb.) Nor can he hide in holy black The heron's hunch upon his back, But a birch-tree stood my Jack.

Love is strong as the Death; jealousies are as cruel as the tomb.

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

closure was like the sealing of a tomb. The engine turned.

They were obviously Americans, I could hear their voices as the party wandered around our tomb; to judge by the voices, they might have been stenographers from Cleveland. "Oh, isn't it lovely?" "Oh, is this the Campagna?" "Oh, how lovely it is here!

Your voice at times a fist Tight in your throat Jabs ceaselessly at phantoms In the room, Your hand a carved and Skimming boat Goes down the Nile To point out Pharaoh's tomb. You're Africa to me At brightest dawn. The Congo's green and Copper's brackish hue, A continent to build With Black Man's brawn. I sit at home and see it all Through you.

The unsaid words pushed roughly against the thoughts that we had no craft to verbalize, and crowded the room to uneasiness. 34 Later, my room had all the cheeriness of a dungeon and the appeal of a tomb.

Darling, you have to come home,' she started in as soon as I answered. 'You cannot possibly want to stay in that... that tomb with bodies falling out of the wall!' 'I don't know why not,' I replied. 'It's everything a ghoul could ask for.'

The first thing that stuck in the minds of the disciples was not the empty tomb, but rather the empty grave clothes - undisturbed in form and position.

Only the Christian faith claims that its Leader died and rose again and is alive at this moment. Many gravestones carry the inscription, "Here lies . . . ," but on Christ's tomb are emblazoned the words, "He is not here.

Though some Bible students have tried to estimate how much this stone weighed, we need not speculate, because Jesus could have come out of that tomb whether the stone was there or not.

I died for Beauty--but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room

I was sitting in the living room doing my homework, when the house started to get cold. Cold as—cold as a tomb." "When were you in a tomb?

nous laissons à nos sympathies historiques le pas sur notre jugement esthétique. Et ce n'est que lorsqu'il gît tranquillement dans la tombe que nous offrons à un artiste les fleurs de notre approbation.

Very few other people were about. At last, leaning against the outer wall of the Westenra tomb, I managed to pick up a faint radiance of Lucy's encomaed mind within.

The post-war Soviet War Memorial in the Tiergarten was known, with typical dark Berlin wit, as the 'Tomb of the Unknown Rapist'.