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The Conqueror's Grave Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies, And yet the monument proclaims it not, Nor round the sleeper’s name hath chisel wrought The emblems of a fame that never dies,— Ivy and amaranth, in a graceful sheaf, Twined with the laurel’s fair, imperial... Poet: William Cullen Bryant	A Grave in Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond I read the marble-lettered name, And half in bitterness I said: “As Dante from Ravenna came, Our poet came from exile—dead.” And yet, had it been asked of him Where he would rather lay his head, This spot he would have chosen. Dim... Poet: Margaret Junkin Preston	A Soldier's Grave Break not his sweet repose— Thou whom chance brings to this sequestered ground, The sacred yard his ashes close, But go thy way in silence; here no sound Is ever heard but from the murmuring pines, Answering the sea’s near murmur; Nor ever... Poet: John Albee	At Shakespeare's Grave Dismiss your apprehension, pseudo bard, For no one wishes to disturb these stones, Nor cares if here or in the outer yard They stow your impudent, deceitful bones. Your foolish-colored bust upon the wall, With its preposterous expanse of brow,... Poet: Irving Browne
At the Grave of Walker He lies low in the levelled sand, Unsheltered from the tropic sun, And now of all he knew not one Will speak him fair in that far land. Perhaps ’twas this that made me seek, Disguised, his grave one winter-tide; A weakness for the weaker side,... Poet: Joaquin Miller	On a Grave in Christ-Church, Hants Turning from Shelley’s sculptured face aside, And pacing thoughtfully the silent aisles Of the gray church that overlooks the smiles Of the glad Avon hastening its tide To join the seaward-winding Stour, I spied Close at my feet a slab among the tiles... Poet: Oscar Fay Adams	The Grave of Sophocles From the Greek by William M. Hardinge TENDERLY, ivy, on Sophocles’ grave—right tenderly—twine Garlanding over the mound network of delicate green. Everywhere flourish the flower of the rose, and the clustering vine Pour out its branches around, wet with their... Poet: Simmias of Rhodes	On a Grave at Grindelwald Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow, For funeral-lamps he has the planets seven, For a great sign the icy stair shall go Between the heights to heaven. One moment stood he as the angels stand, High in the stainless eminence of air;... Poet: Frederic William Henry Myers
The Conqueror’s Grave Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies, And yet the monument proclaims it not, Nor round the sleeper’s name hath chisel wrought The emblems of a fame that never dies, Ivy and amaranth in a graceful sheaf, Twined with the laurel’s fair, imperial leaf... Poet: William Cullen Bryant	“Thou art gone to the grave” Thou art gone to the grave—but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave—we no longer... Poet: Reginald Heber