Now the Tombs, like the name says, are so horrible that they had to close it down. Today it doesn't exist and people go in the electric chair and all that.
Now the Tombs, like the name says, are so horrible that they had to close it down. Today it doesn't exist and people go in the electric chair and all that.
Tombs are the clothes of the dead and a grave is a plain suit; while an expensive monument is one with embroidery.
I will announce some of the tombs I found next to the great pyramid of Khufu. One is an intact tomb that I have not opened yet.
And maybe it is just as well
When we from life and lust are riven,
That though our souls should sink to hell
Our tombs point: Destination Heaven!
Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.
... for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
Hark from the tombs a doleful sound.
For we must bear in mind that the greater number of garden pictures known to us are taken from tombs.
We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse And if no peace of chronicle we prove, We'll build in sonnet pretty rooms As well a well wrought urne becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
I found in one of the tombs an inscription saying, 'If you touch my tomb, you will be eaten by a crocodile and hippopotamus.' It doesn't mean the hippo will eat you, it means the person really wanted his tomb to be protected.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Thus hoping that Adonis is alive,
Her rash suspect she doth extenuate;
And that his beauty may the better thrive,
With Death she humbly doth insinuate;
Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs, and stories
His victories, his triumphs and his glories.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, And savage howlings fill the sacred quires.
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