Curious EpitaphsWilliam Andrews W. Andrews & Company, 1899 - 241 páginas |
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... thee I bid farewell , To rest within this silent cell , Till the great God shall summon all To answer His majestic call , Then , Lord , have mercy on us all . The following epitaph was written on James Lackington , a celebrated ...
... thee I bid farewell , To rest within this silent cell , Till the great God shall summon all To answer His majestic call , Then , Lord , have mercy on us all . The following epitaph was written on James Lackington , a celebrated ...
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... thee , to be forgot . But virtue lives to glaze thy honours o'er , And Heaven will smile when brittle stone's no more . The following is inscribed on a gravestone in Fort William Cemetery : - Sacred To the Memory of Captain PATRICK ...
... thee , to be forgot . But virtue lives to glaze thy honours o'er , And Heaven will smile when brittle stone's no more . The following is inscribed on a gravestone in Fort William Cemetery : - Sacred To the Memory of Captain PATRICK ...
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... thee queen of song , And twined sweet summer flowers around thy brow ; And those loud shouts have scarcely died away , And those young flowers but half forgot thy bloom , When thy fair crown is changed for one of clay- Thy boundless ...
... thee queen of song , And twined sweet summer flowers around thy brow ; And those loud shouts have scarcely died away , And those young flowers but half forgot thy bloom , When thy fair crown is changed for one of clay- Thy boundless ...
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... thee . The next is copied from a stone in St. Michael's churchyard , Coventry , on a famous fencing master : - To the memory of Mr. JOHN Parkes , A native of this City He was a man of mild disposition , A Gladiator by profession ; Who ...
... thee . The next is copied from a stone in St. Michael's churchyard , Coventry , on a famous fencing master : - To the memory of Mr. JOHN Parkes , A native of this City He was a man of mild disposition , A Gladiator by profession ; Who ...
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... thee dry ; To - morrow sunk as in a well , Content , unseen , with truth to dwell : But high or low , or wet or dry , No rotten stave could malice spy . Then rise , immortal Buckett , rise , And claim thy station in the skies ; ' Twixt ...
... thee dry ; To - morrow sunk as in a well , Content , unseen , with truth to dwell : But high or low , or wet or dry , No rotten stave could malice spy . Then rise , immortal Buckett , rise , And claim thy station in the skies ; ' Twixt ...
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aged Anno Domini bears the following Bells Beneath this stone Blidworth born Braddan burial-ground buried BYGON BYGON BYGON Cathedral Cave chancel Charles chimney money Christ Church churchyard clay curious epitaph death departed Derbyshire died doth dust earth edited by William English epitaph erected faithful fame Farewell following epitaph following inscription following lines George George Cruikshank grave gravestone bearing graveyard head heart Henry HENRY JENKINS honest honour Hudibras Hull inscribed interesting interred James JOHN GUY King King of Northumbria laid lived London Lord lover Mary memory of JOHN memory of THOMAS monument ne'er Nottinghamshire o'er parish clerk Phoebe Hessel placed poet poor printer Queen reader remains rest Sacred Sambo's grave says sexton Simon Byrne soldier soul tablet tear thee thou tomb tombstone Twas Tyack unto volume wife William Andrews WILLIAM ETTY WILLIAM HOGARTH Worcestershire worms worth Yorkshire
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Página 230 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held...
Página 70 - WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker :
Página 182 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
Página 230 - How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth ? and white robes were given unto every one of them ; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellowservants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.
Página 27 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Página 112 - Man's life is like a winter's day, Some only breakfast, and away ; Others to dinner stay, and are full fed : The oldest man but sups, and goes to bed. Large is his debt who lingers out the day, Who goes the soonest has the least to pay.
Página 158 - Fair maiden Lylliard lies under this stane, Little was her stature, but great was her fame ; Upon the English louns she laid mony thumps, And when her legs were cutted off, she fought upon her stumps.
Página 79 - 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 farrago...
Página 188 - Farewell, great painter of mankind ! Who reached the noblest point of art, Whose pictured morals charm the mind, And through the eye correct the heart. If Genius fire thee, reader, stay, If Nature touch thee, drop a tear, If neither move thee — turn away — For Hogarth's honoured dust lies here.
Página 12 - My sledge and hammer lie reclined ; My bellows, too, have lost their wind ; My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, And in the dust my vice is laid ; My coal is spent, my iron gone, My nails are drove, my work is done.