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A Collection of Epitaphs and Monumental Inscriptions
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beauty beneath body born breath buried CATHEDRAL church CHURCH-YARD dead dear death died doth dust dy'd earth Edward epitaph erected eyes fair faith fame fate father gave give gone grace grave grief ground hand happy hath head heart heaven Henry honest honour hope hour husband inscription John kind King knight LADY laid Late learned lies light liv'd live London Lord lyes marble March Mary memory mind monument mortal mourn nature ne'er never o'er once pains peace pity poet poor praise pride race Reader rest rich rise Robert sacred sigh sleeps soon soul stay stone Strange sweet tear tell tender thee Thomas thou thought tomb truth virtue weep wife wise YOUNG youth
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.