All 41 Uses of

grave

in

The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty

He would have to dig a deep hole behind the house, under the cedar, a grave.†
Story 1.2

Then he would have to carry her to the grave, lay her down and cover her up.†
Story 1.2

She could hardly breathe, for thinking that this was the way it was to fall on her grave, where Clyde would come and stand, looking down in the tears of some repentance.†
Story 1.2

She opened the paper while he held it and pointed gravely to the paragraph.†
Story 1.2

We ast her how old the fella was then, an' she says he musta had one foot in the grave, at least.†
Story 1.3

After a little interval they both rose and looking at him gravely went into the other room.†
Story 1.15

This made a grave and persistent noise in the still air, that seemed meditative like the chirping of a solitary little bird.
Story 1.17 *

grave = serious and solemn

In the meanwhile, all day long, everything in the passing moment and each little deed assumed the gravest importance.†
Story 2.18

At such moments he felt a dizziness as if the cape swung him about in a great arc of wonder, but Aaron Burr turned his full face and looked down at him only with gravity, the high margin of his brows lifted above tireless eyes.†
Story 2.18

But the soldiers were sullen with cold, and very grave or angry, and Old Man McCaleb was there with his beard flying and his finger pointing prophetically in the direction of upstream.†
Story 2.18

With the gravity of his very soul he received the furious pressure of this man's dream.†
Story 2.18

Jenny, given permission, would walk up there to visit the grave of her mother.†
Story 2.25

The cemetery was a dark shelf, above the town, on the site of the old landing place when the ships docked from across the world a hundred years ago, and its brink was marked by an old table-like grave with its top ajar where the woodbine grew.†
Story 2.25

And she looked over at the stone on the grave of her mother, with her married name of Lockhart cut into it.†
Story 2.25

They came in Floyd's boat where the river lapped around the dark cedar tops, and monuments like pillars to bear them up scraped their passage, and she knew they rode over the grave of her grandfather and the grave of her mother.†
Story 2.25

They came in Floyd's boat where the river lapped around the dark cedar tops, and monuments like pillars to bear them up scraped their passage, and she knew they rode over the grave of her grandfather and the grave of her mother.†
Story 2.25

About her they said, "She'll follow her mother to her mother's grave."†
Story 2.25

She did not see except in dreams that a face looked in; that it was the grave, unappeased, and radiant face, once more and always, the face that was in the poem.†
Story 3.27

As he reached the center front of the stage and turned gravely-he seemed serious as a doctor-his head looked weighty too, long and broad together, with black-rimmed glasses circling his eyes and his hair combed back to hang behind him almost to his shoulders, like an Indian, or the old senator from back home.†
Story 3.31

For considering that he might have done some reprehensible thing, then he would need the gravest and tenderest handling.†
Story 3.31

Twice she thought she saw Mr. Sissum's grave, the same stone pulled down by the same vines-the grave into which Miss Eckhart, her old piano teacher whom she had hated, tried to throw herself on the day of his funeral.†
Story 3.32

Twice she thought she saw Mr. Sissum's grave, the same stone pulled down by the same vines-the grave into which Miss Eckhart, her old piano teacher whom she had hated, tried to throw herself on the day of his funeral.†
Story 3.32

And more than once she looked for the squat, dark stone that marked Miss Eckhart's own grave; it would turn itself from them, as she'd seen it do before, when they wound near and passed.†
Story 3.32

It was the grave of some lady's stillborn child (now she knew it must have been that baby sister of Miss Nell Loomis's), the lamb flattened by rains into a little fairy table.†
Story 3.32

Virgie, as if nudged, knew they must be near the poor little country girl's grave, with the words "Thy Will Be Done" on the stone.†
Story 3.32

Virgie saw the familiar stone of her father's grave, his name spelled out Lafayette, and the red hole torn out beside it.†
Story 3.32

In spite of the flowers waiting, the place still smelled of the sweat of Negro diggers and of a big cedar root which had been cut through and glimmered wetly in the bed of the grave.†
Story 3.32

Brother Dampeer was with them still; with his weight thrown to one hip, he stood in front of them all, ahead of the row of Mayhews, and watched the success of the lowering of the coffin and the filling of the grave.†
Story 3.32

Already, tomorrow's rain pelted the grave with loudness, and made hasty streams run down its sides, like a mountain red with rivers, already settling the patient work of them all; not one little "made" flower holder, but all, would topple; and so had, or might as well have, done it already; this was the past now.†
Story 3.32

…out, all this world that was flying, striking, stricken, falling, gilded or blackened, mortally splitting and falling apart, proud turbans unwinding, turning like the spotted dying leaves of fall, spiral-ing down to bottomless ash; she dreaded the fury of all the butterflies and dragonflies in the world riding, blades unconcealed and at pointdescending, and rising again from the waters below, down under, one whale made of his own grave, opening his mouth to swallow Jonah one more time.†
Story 4.34

"God rest her soul," said the lady in the raincoat, as if she might have passed through the goods car and seen where Grandmother was riding with them, to her grave in Ireland; but in that case the young wife would have been with the dead, and not playing at mother with Victor.†
Story 4.35

His cheeks were grave and his eyes black, put out with puzzles and solutions.†
Story 4.37

When you dig the grave for that one, and bury him in the lonely sand by the shadow of your fleeing ship, write on the stone: 'I died of love.'†
Story 4.37

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