A Collection of Epitaphs and Monumental Inscriptions, Historical, Biographical, Literary, and Miscellaneous: To which is Prefixed, An Essay on Epitaphs, Volume 1Lackington, Allen, & Company, 1806 |
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... honour of the person deceased . As honours are paid to the dead in order to incite others to the imitation of their excellencies , the prin- cipal intention of EPITAPHS is to perpetuate the ex- amples of virtue , that the tomb of a good ...
... honour of the person deceased . As honours are paid to the dead in order to incite others to the imitation of their excellencies , the prin- cipal intention of EPITAPHS is to perpetuate the ex- amples of virtue , that the tomb of a good ...
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... honoured Picus of Mirandola with this pompous epitaph : - Hic situs est PICUS MIRANDOLA , cætera nount Et Tagus et Ganges , forsan et Antipodes , His name , then celebrated in the remotest corners of the earth , is now almost forgotten ...
... honoured Picus of Mirandola with this pompous epitaph : - Hic situs est PICUS MIRANDOLA , cætera nount Et Tagus et Ganges , forsan et Antipodes , His name , then celebrated in the remotest corners of the earth , is now almost forgotten ...
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... honours of our land , Ye sister arts of paint and verse , Place Albion fainting by his side ! Her groans arising o'er the hearse , And Belgia sinking when he died , High o'er the grave Religion set , In solemn gold ; pronounce the ...
... honours of our land , Ye sister arts of paint and verse , Place Albion fainting by his side ! Her groans arising o'er the hearse , And Belgia sinking when he died , High o'er the grave Religion set , In solemn gold ; pronounce the ...
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... honour , glory , next I sought , And fools obsequious nurs'd the childish thought . Circled with brib'd applause , and purchas'd praise , I built on endless pleasure , endless days ; Till death awak'd me from a dream of pride , And laid ...
... honour , glory , next I sought , And fools obsequious nurs'd the childish thought . Circled with brib'd applause , and purchas'd praise , I built on endless pleasure , endless days ; Till death awak'd me from a dream of pride , And laid ...
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... honours wait a king's remains . Th ' year thirteen hundred was and eighty - four , The twenty - first of August , when its power , And all its rights , I did to the red rose restore . Reader , whoe'er thou art , thy prayers bestow , T ...
... honours wait a king's remains . Th ' year thirteen hundred was and eighty - four , The twenty - first of August , when its power , And all its rights , I did to the red rose restore . Reader , whoe'er thou art , thy prayers bestow , T ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beauty Ben Jonson beneath blest 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 WINTER Epictetus epitaph erected ev'ry eyes faith fame fate genius GEORGE STEEVENS grace grave grief hath heart heaven honest honour hope husband inscription JOHN JOHN MILNE JOVIANUS PONTANUS kill'd kings knight LADY learning lies life's liv'd live London Lord lov'd lyes lyeth maid marble memory mind MONTGOMERYSHIRE monument mortal mourn Muse ne'er never Nott o'er pains parish peace PETERBOROUGH CATHEDRAL pity poor praise pride Reader rest ROBERT DODSLEY sacred shine sigh sleeps sorrow soul stone sweet tear tender thee thine THOMAS THOMAS KNOLLES thou tomb truth twas virtue weep WESTMINSTER ABBEY wife WILLIAM WILLIAM PRYNNE wise worms wyff youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 20 - 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 xiv - 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 18 - 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 235 - Virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and faith sincere, • And soft humanity were there. ' In agony, in death resign'd, She felt the Wound she left behind.
Página 21 - 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 4 - He played so truly. So by error to his fate They all consented; But viewing him since (alas, too late) They have repented. And have sought (to give new birth) In baths to steep him; But, being so much too good for earth, Heaven vows to keep him.
Página 38 - They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Página 95 - 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 4 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Página 221 - 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.