Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then… — William Blake Copy Share Image
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“Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
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