|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Robert Blair. (16991746)|
| The Grave, dread thing!|
Men shiver when thou rt named: Nature, appalld,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
| The Grave. Part i. Line 9.|
| The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,|
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. 1
| The Grave. Part i. Line 58.|
| Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!|
Sweetener of life! and solder of society!
| The Grave. Part i. Line 88.|
| Of joys departed,|
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
| The Grave. Part i. Line 109.|
| The cup goes round:|
And who so artful as to put it by!
T is long since Death had the majority.
| The Grave. Part ii. Line 449.|
| The good he scornd|
Stalkd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between. 2
| The Grave. Part ii. Line 586.|