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 The solitary, silent, solemn scene,
 Where Caesars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,
  Blended in dust together; where the read more 
 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. 
 Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
 The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
  Some mute inglorious read more 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is their dimensions.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
The grave's the market place.
The grave's the market place.
Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.