Then the old woman, with an air of mystery which drew the circle closer round the fire, informed them that she had provided her graveclothes
some years before,--a nice linen shroud, a cap with a muslin ruff, and everything of a finer sort than she had worn since her wedding day.
after long on my knees in a cold chancel, a stone has rolled from my mind, and I have looked in and seen the old questions lie folded and in a place by themselves, like the piled graveclothes
of love's risen body (CP 359)
In a dream, silently, she had come to him, her wasted body within its loose graveclothes
giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath bent over him with mute secret words, a faint odour of wetted ashes.
Martin, she looked "more dead than alive" on her wedding day, recalling her "morbid and desolate" years on Wimpole Street with "the sort of horror with which one would look to one's graveclothes
, if one had been clothed in them by mistake during a trance.
I cannot find it in me to open the graveclothes
and confront again the darkening cheesy flesh that sired me.
our business is to take away the stone which has covered up the dead body of our brother, to expose the putrid carcass, to show how that body has been bound in graveclothes
of heathen ignorance, and his face with the napkin of prejudice, and having done all it was out duty to do, to stand by the negro's grave, in humble faith and holy hope, waiting to hear the life-giving command of "Lazarus, come forth.
The community of the baptized, charged as they have been by the risen Christ who breathed on them and sent them out as he himself was sent to handle the world's sins, employ forgiveness as a key practice at stripping off their own graveclothes
as well as those that bind the neophytes still learning to walk in Jesus' way.
This symbol suggests the empty graveclothes
of the Lord Jesus on that first Easter morning.
Lazarus, lurching from the tomb, layered in graveclothes
like an onion in papery skins.
but up she would pop at curtain-call having shaken the dust off her graveclothes
and touched up her eye make-up, to curtsy with the rest of the resurrected immortals, all of whom, even Prince Hamlet himself, turned out, in the end, to be just as undead as she.
In "Ikon: The Harrowing of Hell," she says Christ's hardest labor is to return first to the graveclothes
and the sepulchre, then to break back into life itself, "back into breath and heartbeat, and walk / the world again.
her steps constricted by the trailing graveclothes