Quotes by Whittier, John Greenleaf

Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, hea >>

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, >>

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cheri >>

Quotations about Burial

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separat >>

The beautiful uncut hair of graves. >>

We therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to a >>

The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.

Whittier, John Greenleaf