Anonymous.
To the coffin, from the cradle.
Prior.—Moral to “The Ladle.”
Hard-travell’d from the cradle to the grave.
Young.—Night VI. Line 221.
A little rule, a little sway,
A sun-beam in a winter’s day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle
and the grave.
Dyer.—Grongar Hill, Line 89.
The hearts within thy valleys bred,
The fiery souls that might have led
Now
crawl from cradle to the grave,
Slaves—nay the bondmen of a slave,
Byron.—The Giaour.
CRADLED.—Most wretched men
Are cradled into poverty by wrong.
They learn in suffering what they
teach in song.
Shelley.—Julian and Maddalo.
Scourged by the winds, and cradled on the rock.
Campbell.—The Pleasures of Hope, Part I.