“Is there some nameless boding sent,
Like a noiseless voice from the tomb?—
A spirit note from the other world,
To warn of death and doom?”
The Wreck from The London Literary Gazette (10th September 1825) - under the pen name Iole
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
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“E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.”
Thomas Gray (1716–1771) English poet, historian
St. 23 <br class="br"> Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=elcc (written 1750, publ. 1751)
“Love can defeat that nameless terror. Loving one another, we take the sting from death.”
Edward Abbey book Down the River
Down the River (1982)
Context: Love can defeat that nameless terror. Loving one another, we take the sting from death. Loving our mysterious blue planet, we resolve riddles and dissolve all enigmas in contingent bliss.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894) Poet, essayist, physician
The Music Grinders; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929–1968) American clergyman, activist, and leader in the American Civil Rights Movement
1960s, Keep Moving From This Mountain (1965)
John Mulaney (1982) American actor and comedian
John Mulaney Stand-Up Monologue - SNL https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mSGwndFMp8, 03 March 2019
Bayard Taylor (1825–1878) United States poet, novelist and travel writer
First Evening, "A Symbol".
The Poet's Journal (1863)
“From voice to voice, from one to other ear,
The loud proclaim they through the town declare.”
Ludovico Ariosto book Orlando Furioso
Di voce in voce e d'una in altra orecchia
Il grido e 'l bando per la terra scorse.
Canto XXIII, stanza 48 (tr. W. S. Rose)
Orlando Furioso (1532)
Percy Bysshe Shelley The Cloud
St. 7 (a cenotaph is an empty tomb or a monument erected in honor of a person who is buried elsewhere)
The Cloud (1820)
Context: For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
Fay Weldon (1931) English author, essayist and playwright
Down Among the Women (Harmondsworth: Penguin, [1971] 1973) p. 172.