All I desire for my own burial, is not to be buried alive; but how or where, I think, must be entirely indifferent to every ration...al creature.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is my decree. The bodies of those who died well and bravely by my side shall be delivered to the City of the Dead. Fine linen... and armor shall be their burial garments. They shall rest in tombs of stone, and, for their comfort in the second life, they shall have ample treasure. To each man, three measures of gold and nine measures of silver; one vessel each of onyx and alabaster; food and wine in plenty. All this and all honor shall each man enjoy in the second life. There we shall meet again, to stand side by side and serve. 'Til then, farewell. The gods of Egypt have spoken.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We should be careful never to imagine, that the wedding-day is the burial of love, but that in reality love then begins its best l...ife; and if we set out upon that principle, and are mindful to keep it up, and give due attention and aid to the progress of love thus brought into the well ordered well sheltered garden, we may enjoy I believe as much happiness as is consistent with the imperfection of our present state of being.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,... Rider and horse,--friend, foe,--in one red burial blent!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away,... And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Worn down by the hoofs of millions of half-wild Texas cattle driven along it to the railheads in Kansas, the trail was a bare, bro...wn, dusty strip hundreds of miles long, lined with the bleaching bones of longhorns and cow ponies. Here and there a broken-down chuck wagon or a small mound marking the grave of some cowhand buried by his partners "on the lone prairie" gave evidence to the hardships of the journey.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hast ever ben in Omaha Where rolls the dark Missouri down,... Where four strong horses scarce can draw An empty wagon through the town? Where sand is blown from every mound To fill your eyes and ears and throat; Where all the steamboats are aground, And all the houses are afloat?... If not, take heed to what I say, You'll find it just as I have found it; And if it lies upon your way For God's sake, reader, go around it!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »