It makes the heart to tremble when you open an undiscovered tomb.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
On that Sunday morning the first thing that impressed the people who approached the tomb was the unusual position of the one and a half to two ton stone that had been lodged in front of the doorway.
It gives a fellow an awful shiver to hear the first shovelful of dirt and gravel rattle down upon the coffin; but after it is covered, it falls gently and makes no sound. The feeling of rest is perfect. There's no more nagging, no more pain!
Once you touch the trappings of monarchy, like opening an Egyptian tomb, the inside is liable to crumble.
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.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
The thing is to appreciate the fragile wonder of it all, down to the last breath, down to the dying embers of consciousness.
The heart has a yearning for the unknown, a longing to penetrate the deep shadow and the winding glade, where, as it seems, no human foot has been.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
My tomb shall bless and speak to the needs of my devotees.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.