Select epitaphs, collected by W. Toldervy. 2 vols. [in 1].

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Страница 136 - Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit, a man ; simplicity, a child ; With native humour temp'ring virtuous rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age ; Above temptation, in a low estate ; And uncorrupted...
Страница 80 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Страница 127 - Just to his prince, and to his country true, Fill'd with the sense of age, the fire of youth, A scorn of wrangling, yet a zeal for truth; A generous faith, from superstition free; A love to peace, and hate of tyranny; Such this man was; who now, from earth remov'd, At length enjoys that liberty he lov'd.
Страница 15 - But only to refresh the former hint, And read her Maker in a fairer print: So pious, as...
Страница 173 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong...
Страница 157 - ... the partial world despised and disregarded his low and humble state, the equal eye of Providence beheld, and blessed it with a patriarch's health and length of days ; to teach mistaken man, these blessings were entailed on temperance, or, a life of labour and a mind at ease.
Страница 137 - And fraught with graces all his own: In various kinds of poetry Superior to many, Inferior to none, His works continue to...
Страница 53 - 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.
Страница 138 - Yet softer Honours, and less noisy Fame Attend the shade of gentle BUCKINGHAM: In whom a Race, for Courage fam'd and Art, Ends in the milder Merit of the Heart; And Chiefs or Sages long to Britain giv'n, Pays the last Tribute of a Saint to Heav'n.
Страница 140 - His Prince's nearest joy and grief, He had, yet wanted all relief; The prop and ruin of the state; The people's violent love and hate; «° One in extremes loved and abhorred. Riddles lie here, or in a word — Here lies blood; and let it lie Speechless still and never cry.

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