Cross reference topics for line 387

Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel

There are multiple cross reference topics for line 387. Choose from:

1. Mentions of parts of the body
2. Churches
3. Danger
4. Death
5. Decay
6. Rubbish, garbage and debris

Topic: Mentions of parts of the body

• 71)  'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
  
  
• 191)  Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
  
  
• 193)  White bodies naked on the low damp ground
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  
  

Topic: Churches

• 67)  To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
  
  
• 202)  Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
  
  
• 264)  Of Magnus Martyr hold
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  
  
• 388)  There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
  
  

Topic: Danger

• 15)  And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
  
  
• 30)  I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
  
  
• 55)  The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
  
  
• 74)  'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
  
  
• 100)  So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
  
  
• 117)  'What is that noise?'
  
  
• 185)  But at my back in a cold blast I hear
  
  
• 205)  So rudely forc'd.
  
  
• 224)  Out of the window perilously spread
  
  
• 324)  After the agony in stony places
  
  
• 344)  But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
  
  
• 366)  What is that sound high in the air
  
  
• 377)  A woman drew her long black hair out tight
  
  
• 385)  In this decayed hole among the mountains
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  
  
• 390)  Dry bones can harm no one.
  
  
• 395)  Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
  
  
• 403)  The awful daring of a moment's surrender
  
  
• 431)  Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
  
  

Topic: Death

• I)  The Burial of the Dead
  
  
• 2)  Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  
  
• 23)  And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
  
  
• 40)  Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
  
  
• 47)  Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
  
  
• 55)  The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
  
  
• 63)  I had not thought death had undone so many.
  
  
• 68)  With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
  
  
• 70)  'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
  
  
• 71)  'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
  
  
• 116)  Where the dead men lost their bones.
  
  
• 125)  Those are pearls that were his eyes.
  
  
• 126)  'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
  
  
• 160)  (She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
  
  
• 172)  Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
  
  
• 191)  Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
  
  
• 192)  And on the king my father's death before him.
  
  
• 246)  And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
  
  
• 312)  Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
  
  
• 328)  He who was living is now dead
  329)  We who were living are now dying
  
• 339)  Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  
  
• 406)  Which is not to be found in our obituaries
  
  
• 416)  Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
  
  

Topic: Decay

• 71)  'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
  
  
• 104)  And other withered stumps of time
  
  
• 193)  White bodies naked on the low damp ground
  
  
• 316)  Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
  
  
• 339)  Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
  
  
• 373)  Falling towers
  
  
• 385)  In this decayed hole among the mountains
  386)  In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
  387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  
• 389)  It has no windows, and the door swings,
  
  
• 426)  London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
  427)  Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
  428)  Quando fiam uti chelidon--O swallow swallow
  429)  Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
  

Topic: Rubbish, garbage and debris

• 20)  Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
  
  
• 177)  The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
  
  
• 248)  And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
  
  
• 274)   Drifting logs
  
  
• 387)  Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
  389)  It has no windows, and the door swings,