<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Grave - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[I was able to go to Iraq.. to the place my son died..and fill my promise to my wife to ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18225]]></link><description><![CDATA[I was able to go to Iraq.. to the place my son died..and fill my promise to my wife to put a crucifix onthe spot.. and bring home some of the blooddrenched dirt..and plant a white rose bush in itMilitary Families Speak Out.. broadcast on C Span.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18225</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18226]]></link><description><![CDATA[He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18226</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18227]]></link><description><![CDATA[An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18227</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18228]]></link><description><![CDATA[We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death; but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18228</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18229]]></link><description><![CDATA[A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18229</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18230]]></link><description><![CDATA[There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18230</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18231]]></link><description><![CDATA[The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18231</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18223]]></link><description><![CDATA[The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18223</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18224]]></link><description><![CDATA[O how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18224</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood,  Some mute inglorious Milton here ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18221]]></link><description><![CDATA[Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood,  Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,   Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18221</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,  Await alike ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18222]]></link><description><![CDATA[The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,  Await alike th' inevitable hour,   The paths of glory lead but to the grave.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18222</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,  With ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18200]]></link><description><![CDATA[Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,  With here and there a violet bestrown,   Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;    And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18200</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Here's an acre sown indeed, With the richest royalest seed. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18201]]></link><description><![CDATA[Here's an acre sown indeed, With the richest royalest seed.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18201</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[One foot in the grave. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18202]]></link><description><![CDATA[One foot in the grave.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18202</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18203]]></link><description><![CDATA[Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18203</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor: but no man knoweth of ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18204]]></link><description><![CDATA[And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Bethpeor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18204</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18205]]></link><description><![CDATA[For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18205</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,  Shakes off her wonted firmness. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18206]]></link><description><![CDATA[The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled,  Shakes off her wonted firmness.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18206</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle,  Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18207]]></link><description><![CDATA[See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle,  Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole   A gentle tear.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18207</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait;  O Shepherdess of England's fold,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18208]]></link><description><![CDATA[The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait;  O Shepherdess of England's fold,   Behold this gate of pearl and gold!   - William Blake,]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18208</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Build me a shrine, and I could kneel To rural Gods, or prostrate fall;  Did I not see, did ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18209]]></link><description><![CDATA[Build me a shrine, and I could kneel To rural Gods, or prostrate fall;  Did I not see, did I not feel.   That One Great Spirit governs all.    O Heaven, permit that I may lie     Where o'er my corse green branches wave;      And those who from life's tumults fly       With kindred feelings press my grave.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18209</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18210]]></link><description><![CDATA[Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18210</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18211]]></link><description><![CDATA[He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18211</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round,  And thought that when I came to lie ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18212]]></link><description><![CDATA[I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round,  And thought that when I came to lie   At rest within the ground,    'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June     When brooks send up a cheerful tune,      And groves a joyous sound,       The sexton's hand, my grave to make,        The rich, green mountain-turf should break.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18212</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18213]]></link><description><![CDATA[I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18213</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18214]]></link><description><![CDATA[Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18214</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Of all The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show  Who car'd about the corpse? The funeral ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18215]]></link><description><![CDATA[Of all The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show  Who car'd about the corpse? The funeral   Made the attraction, and the black the woe;    There throbb'd not there a thought which pierc'd the pall.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18215</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod  By man, the image of ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18216]]></link><description><![CDATA[What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod  By man, the image of his God,   Erect and free,    Unscourged by Superstition's rod.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18216</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[But an untimely grave. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18217]]></link><description><![CDATA[But an untimely grave.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18217</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,  Blended in dust together; where the slave  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18218]]></link><description><![CDATA[The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,  Blended in dust together; where the slave   Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud    Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard:     Where human folly sleeps.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18218</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[(Julian would learn something) even if he had one foot in the grave. [Lat., Etsi alterum pedem in sepulchro haberem.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18219]]></link><description><![CDATA[(Julian would learn something) even if he had one foot in the grave. [Lat., Etsi alterum pedem in sepulchro haberem.]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18219</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Alas, poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart, Have we beheld thee play the Sexton's part;  Each comic heart ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18220]]></link><description><![CDATA[Alas, poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart, Have we beheld thee play the Sexton's part;  Each comic heart must now be grieved to see   The Sexton's dreary part performed on thee.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18220</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The grave's the market place. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18198]]></link><description><![CDATA[The grave's the market place.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18198</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave,  In a vale in the land of Moab,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18199]]></link><description><![CDATA[By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave,  In a vale in the land of Moab,   There lies a lonely grave;    But no man built that sepulcher,     And no man saw it e'er,      For the angels of God upturned the sod       And laid the dead man there.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18199</guid></item></channel></rss>