A collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, Volume 1Lackington, Allen and Company, 1806 |
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... gone . A TRUE REPORT OF MRS . ISABELLA HARINGTON , Mother of the Translator of Orlando Furioso , & c . A BODY chast , a virtuous mind , A temperat toung , an humble hart , Secret and wise , faithful and kind , Plaine without guile ...
... gone . A TRUE REPORT OF MRS . ISABELLA HARINGTON , Mother of the Translator of Orlando Furioso , & c . A BODY chast , a virtuous mind , A temperat toung , an humble hart , Secret and wise , faithful and kind , Plaine without guile ...
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... gone to God , her heart sent long before In fasting , prayer , faith , hope and alms deeds store . If any fault she loved me too much , Ah pardon that , for there are too few such . Then , Reader , if thou not hard hearted be , Praise ...
... gone to God , her heart sent long before In fasting , prayer , faith , hope and alms deeds store . If any fault she loved me too much , Ah pardon that , for there are too few such . Then , Reader , if thou not hard hearted be , Praise ...
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... gone , My flesh is wasted to the bone . My house is narrow now and throng , Nothing but truth comes from my tongue . And , if ye should see me this day , I do not think , but ye would say , That I had never been a man , So much altered ...
... gone , My flesh is wasted to the bone . My house is narrow now and throng , Nothing but truth comes from my tongue . And , if ye should see me this day , I do not think , but ye would say , That I had never been a man , So much altered ...
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... gone . Well may we fear and dread what God is doing , That flames are kindling , while our LOTS are going . The righteous is taken away From the evil to come . ON A GREAT ROGUE . ( A PARODY ON GRAY . ) HERE festering rots a quondam pest ...
... gone . Well may we fear and dread what God is doing , That flames are kindling , while our LOTS are going . The righteous is taken away From the evil to come . ON A GREAT ROGUE . ( A PARODY ON GRAY . ) HERE festering rots a quondam pest ...
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... gone before , Whither the world must follow ; and I now Breathe to expect my when , and make my how . Which , if most gracious heaven grant like thine , Who wets my grave , can be no friend of mine . ALLHALLOWS , BREAD - STREET . THY ...
... gone before , Whither the world must follow ; and I now Breathe to expect my when , and make my how . Which , if most gracious heaven grant like thine , Who wets my grave , can be no friend of mine . ALLHALLOWS , BREAD - STREET . THY ...
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Alessandro Albani BARROW UPON SOAR beauty Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss bloom born breath buried CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL CATHEDRAL charms Christopher Pitt church CHURCH-YARD dead dear death died doth dust dy'd e'er earth Edward Epictetus epitaph ev'ry eyes fair faith fame FARLAM fate genius grace grave grief hath heart heaven Henry honest honour husband inscription JOHN JOHN MILNE Jovianus Pontanus kill'd King LADY learned lies liv'd live London Lord lov'd lyes lyeth maid marble memory mind MONTGOMERYSHIRE monument mortal mourn Muse ne'er never night Norwich Nott o'er peace PETERBOROUGH CATHEDRAL pity poet poor praise pride Reader rest ROBERT DODSLEY sacred shew sigh sleeps sorrow soul stone sweet tear tender thee thine THOMAS THOMAS KNOLLES thou tomb truth twas virtue weep WESTMINSTER ABBEY wife WILLIAM wise worms wyff youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 2 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow...
Página 24 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 113 - But lately finding him so long at home, And thinking now his journey's end was come, And that he had ta'en up his latest inn, In the kind office of a...
Página 168 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Página 22 - Here rests a woman, good without pretence, Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense ; No conquest she, but o'er herself desir'd ; No arts essay'd, but not to be admir'd.
Página 25 - WOULD'ST thou hear what man can say In a little ? reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. If at all she had a fault. Leave it buried in this vault. One name was ELIZABETH, The other let it sleep with death : Fitter, where it died, to tell, Than that it lived at all. Farewell 1 SONG.
Página 173 - This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A Poet, blest beyond the Poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's...
Página 26 - They seem'd just tallied for each other. Their moral and economy Most perfectly they made agree: Each virtue kept its proper bound, Nor trespass'd on the other's ground.
Página 99 - Lord 1680, Was buried a true Englishman, Who in Berkshire was well known To love his country's freedom, 'bove his own, But living immured full twenty year, Had time to write, as does appear, HIS EPITAPH.
Página 225 - EPITAPH ON CHARLES II. Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, Whose word no man relies on, Who never said a foolish thing, Nor ever did a wise one.