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Quotes from The Grave — Robert Blair

d. 1746 Scotland

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The Schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.

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When it draws near to witching time of night.

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The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.

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Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!

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The common damn'd shun their society.

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The cup goes round:
And who so artful as to put it by!
'T is long since Death had the majority.

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Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd;
How long, how short, we know not:—this we know,
Duty requires we calmly wait the summons,
Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.

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But if there be an hereafter,
And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'd
And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man,
Then must it be an awful thing to die;
More horrid yet to die by one's own hand.

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The good he scorn'd
Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.

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Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Blair (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.