But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse... Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearseLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse:... Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother; Death ere thou has slain another, Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There, burying each gloomy thought, each sad reflection in the hearse of dissipation, [we] lost the remembrance of our woes, our c...ruel misfortunes, our agonising sorrows--and graciously permitted them to glide along the stream of reviving comfort, blown by the gentle gale of new born hopes till they reposed in the bosom of oblivion--then--no! 'tis impossible! this style is too great, too sublime to be supported with proper dignity--the sublime and beautiful how charmingly blended!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 »
In dis world dey's many folks think dey's alive as ain't alive. Dey's alive accordin' to de whited sepulchers o' de world and dead... accordin' to de sperits o' de prophets. It's dem dey ought to cart away in hearses, brethren! It's dem dat's felt tingle within 'em de breath o' de Lawd, like a bird, like a maukin' in de woods, a song full o' warm honey, and all de same ain't follered de call, but has carried deir sperits in a hearse at de end o' de parade of de pomp o' de world. Hit's dem dat dade! Hit's dem dat's dade!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thou gav'st me life, but mortal; for that one Favour I'll make full satisfaction:... For my life mortal, rise from out thy hearse, And take a life immortal from my verse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A phoenix it is This hearse that must bless... With aromatic gums That cost great sums, The way of thurification To make a fumigation, Sweet of reflare, And redolent of air,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
That poor little thing was a good woman, Judge. But she just sort of let life get the upper hand. She was born here and she wanted... to be buried here. I promised her on her deathbed she'd have a funeral in a church with flowers. And the sun streamin' through a pretty window on her coffin. And a hearse with plumes and some hacks. And a preacher to read the Bible. And folks there in church to pray for her soul.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »