So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,
So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;
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So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,
So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;
So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going
From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.

I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country
churchyard, than in the tombs of the read more

I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country
churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.

The grave's the market place.

The grave's the market place.

And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against
Bethpeor: but no man knoweth read more

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.

There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.

There is but one easy place in this world, and that is the grave.

June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
In vain read more

June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.

The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.

The grave is still the best shelter against the storms of destiny.

No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.

No price is set on the lavish summer;
June may be had by the poorest comer.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
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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.