A collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, ancient and modern, by W. Graham1821 |
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... Peace to thy gentle shade and endless rest , Blest in thy genius , in thy love too blest ! And blest , that timely from our scene remov'd Thy soul enjoys that liberty it lov'd ! To these so mourn'd in death , so lov'd in 2.
... Peace to thy gentle shade and endless rest , Blest in thy genius , in thy love too blest ! And blest , that timely from our scene remov'd Thy soul enjoys that liberty it lov'd ! To these so mourn'd in death , so lov'd in 2.
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... Peace to these reliques once the bright attire , Of spirit sparkling with no common fire ! How oft has pleasure in the social hour , Smil'd at his wit's exhilarating power ! And truth attested with delight intense , The serious charms 47.
... Peace to these reliques once the bright attire , Of spirit sparkling with no common fire ! How oft has pleasure in the social hour , Smil'd at his wit's exhilarating power ! And truth attested with delight intense , The serious charms 47.
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... peace he died , His life was crav'd but God denied . Go home dear wife and children dear , I must lie here till Christ appear ; And if you will from grief refrain , I hope in Christ we'll meet again . Also of MARGARET WIGHTMAN , Sister ...
... peace he died , His life was crav'd but God denied . Go home dear wife and children dear , I must lie here till Christ appear ; And if you will from grief refrain , I hope in Christ we'll meet again . Also of MARGARET WIGHTMAN , Sister ...
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... peaceful mind , Which still was gentle , still was kind . Her very looks , her garb , her mein , Disclos'd the humble soul within ; Trace her thro ' every scene of life , View her as virgin , widow , wife ; Still the same humble she ...
... peaceful mind , Which still was gentle , still was kind . Her very looks , her garb , her mein , Disclos'd the humble soul within ; Trace her thro ' every scene of life , View her as virgin , widow , wife ; Still the same humble she ...
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... peace and everlasting rest . ON M. C. Departed spirit be thy purpose this , From earth reclaim'd , to Heav'n thy native sphere , To feel thro ' countless ages , equal bliss , Thy presence gave to those , who lov'd thee dear . ELIZA ...
... peace and everlasting rest . ON M. C. Departed spirit be thy purpose this , From earth reclaim'd , to Heav'n thy native sphere , To feel thro ' countless ages , equal bliss , Thy presence gave to those , who lov'd thee dear . ELIZA ...
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aged ANN OF CLEVE Battle of Trafalgar Beneath this stone blessed blest bliss bloom body born breath buried Captain Carlisle Christ Christian Church Church-yard daugh daughter dead dear death died doth Dumfries dust Earl earth EDWARD EDWARD RIOU epitaph erected eternal eyes faith fame fate father flow'r following Inscription GEORGE grace grave grief happy hath heart Heav'n Heav'nly honor hope humble husband INFANT JAMES JAMES QUIN JOHN MILTON JOSEPH ADDISON King King of Scotland Kirklinton lamented LAMONBY lies life's liv'd live Lord lov'd marble married MARY MEMORY OF JOHN monument mortal mother mourn ne'er North Shields Northallerton o'er October parent parish peace poor praise Reader resign'd rest RICHARD GARTH ROBERT sacred SAMUEL BARRINGTON shine sigh skies sleep sorrows soul spirit tear tender thee thine THOMAS thro tomb truth virtues virtuous weep wife WILLIAM worms youth
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Страница 87 - Why do we mourn departing friends Or shake at death's alarms? 'tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.
Страница 285 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart : To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill, he was still hard of hearing : When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet,* and only took snuff.
Страница 203 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain ; Were death denied, to live would not be life ; Were death denied, even fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall ; we rise ; we reign ! Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies ; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost. This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Страница 3 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with...
Страница 233 - Berkshire, •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.
Страница 71 - EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care ; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.
Страница 237 - JLjO ! where this silent Marble weeps, A Friend, a Wife, a Mother sleeps : A Heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful Virtues lov'd to dwell. Affection warm, and faith sincere, • And soft humanity were there.
Страница 258 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here : Blest be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Страница 61 - HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims, For all the pious dead, Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. 2 They die in Jesus and are bless'd ; How kind their slumbers are ! From sufferings and from sins released, And freed from every snare.
Страница 7 - Wide o'er this breathing world, a Garrick came. Though sunk in death the forms the Poet drew, The Actor's genius bade them breathe anew ; Though, like the bard himself, in night they lay, Immortal Garrick call'd them back to day : And till Eternity with power sublime Shall mark the mortal hour of hoary Time, Shakspeare and Garrick like twin stars shall shine, And earth irradiate with a beam divine." It would be an insult to my readers' understandings to attempt any thing like a criticism on this...