A collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, Том 1Lackington, Allen and Company, 1806 |
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... light , and are best adapted to exalt the reader's ideas , and rouse his emulation . To this end it is not always necessary to recount the actions of a hero , or enumerate the writings of a philosopher ; to imagine such informations ...
... light , and are best adapted to exalt the reader's ideas , and rouse his emulation . To this end it is not always necessary to recount the actions of a hero , or enumerate the writings of a philosopher ; to imagine such informations ...
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... quicker relish of pleasure , and a more luxurious enjoyment of life , and whose regard for the dead extended no farther than a wish that the earth might be light upon them . All allusions to the heathen mythology are there- fore absurd ix.
... quicker relish of pleasure , and a more luxurious enjoyment of life , and whose regard for the dead extended no farther than a wish that the earth might be light upon them . All allusions to the heathen mythology are there- fore absurd ix.
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... the initials of the following Latin words : Hic situs est Silo , sit tibi terra levis . In English : " Here lies SILO - may the eart lay light upon him . ” VOL . I. B ON A LADY . EQUAL , as age advanc'd , EPITAPHS, &c. ...
... the initials of the following Latin words : Hic situs est Silo , sit tibi terra levis . In English : " Here lies SILO - may the eart lay light upon him . ” VOL . I. B ON A LADY . EQUAL , as age advanc'd , EPITAPHS, &c. ...
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... met here , And now she's in t'other she thinks it but queer . ON SIR JOHN VANBRUGH , The Architect . LIE light upon him earth ! tho ' he Laid many a heavy load on thee . BLANDFORD , DORSET , By Christopher Pitt ON HIS FATHER 13.
... met here , And now she's in t'other she thinks it but queer . ON SIR JOHN VANBRUGH , The Architect . LIE light upon him earth ! tho ' he Laid many a heavy load on thee . BLANDFORD , DORSET , By Christopher Pitt ON HIS FATHER 13.
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... light : No more , alas ! that coral lip is seen , Nor longer breathes the fragrant gale between . Turn from your mirror , and behold in me At once what thousands can't or dare not see ; Unvarnish'd I the real truths impart , Nor here am ...
... light : No more , alas ! that coral lip is seen , Nor longer breathes the fragrant gale between . Turn from your mirror , and behold in me At once what thousands can't or dare not see ; Unvarnish'd I the real truths impart , Nor here am ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.