A collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, Band 1Lackington, Allen and Company, 1806 |
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... here Her soul has left this dark abode To dwell for ever with her God . PETERBOROUGH CATHEDRAL . HERE lyes a babe , that only cry'd , In baptism to be wash'd from sin , and dy'd . January 17 , 1666 , ON MR . JOHN FLIN , A PAINTER , OF 47.
... here Her soul has left this dark abode To dwell for ever with her God . PETERBOROUGH CATHEDRAL . HERE lyes a babe , that only cry'd , In baptism to be wash'd from sin , and dy'd . January 17 , 1666 , ON MR . JOHN FLIN , A PAINTER , OF 47.
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... 'd , Rogers his name , Time's only sonne , eterniz'd by Fame . Ougly Detraction flye , and black Oblivion hence ; Whilst ROGERS ' dust lyes here , TIME will his fame commence . TO THE MEMORY OF MRS . STEWART . How sleeps 115.
... 'd , Rogers his name , Time's only sonne , eterniz'd by Fame . Ougly Detraction flye , and black Oblivion hence ; Whilst ROGERS ' dust lyes here , TIME will his fame commence . TO THE MEMORY OF MRS . STEWART . How sleeps 115.
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... bud ; First seiz'd those sweets we had enjoy'd , Then robb'd us of the coming good . ST . MARY SAVIOURS . HERE lyes WILLIAM EMERSON , Who liv'd and dy'd an honest man . UPON A PURITANICAL LOCK - SMITH . A ZEALOUS lock 132.
... bud ; First seiz'd those sweets we had enjoy'd , Then robb'd us of the coming good . ST . MARY SAVIOURS . HERE lyes WILLIAM EMERSON , Who liv'd and dy'd an honest man . UPON A PURITANICAL LOCK - SMITH . A ZEALOUS lock 132.
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... was , the waiters peeres , The mirrhe and frankincense great Ceasar's tears . A funerall for greater pomp and state , Nor time , nor death , could ever celebrate . IN TETTENHALL CHURCH , STAFFORDSHIRE . HEERE lyes closyd in 134.
... was , the waiters peeres , The mirrhe and frankincense great Ceasar's tears . A funerall for greater pomp and state , Nor time , nor death , could ever celebrate . IN TETTENHALL CHURCH , STAFFORDSHIRE . HEERE lyes closyd in 134.
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Collection. IN TETTENHALL CHURCH , STAFFORDSHIRE . HEERE lyes closyd in cley The body of RICHARD WROTTYSLEY . And also DOROTHY his wife , Which lived together all their lyfe . The year 1517 of our Lord DOROTHY departed of this world ...
Collection. IN TETTENHALL CHURCH , STAFFORDSHIRE . HEERE lyes closyd in cley The body of RICHARD WROTTYSLEY . And also DOROTHY his wife , Which lived together all their lyfe . The year 1517 of our Lord DOROTHY departed of this world ...
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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
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.