Church-yard gleanings and epigrammatic scraps, a collection of epitaphs and epigrams by W. Pulleyn1829 |
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... Ben Jonson Optical Delusions Learned Pigs Idleness Page 165 · 166 ib . ib . 167 ib . ib . ib . ib . 168 ib . ib . ib . 169 ib . ib . 170 ib . ib . 171 ib . ib . ib . ib . 172 ib . ib . ib . - 173 ib . ib . ib . 174 176 177 ib . 178 ib ...
... Ben Jonson Optical Delusions Learned Pigs Idleness Page 165 · 166 ib . ib . 167 ib . ib . ib . ib . 168 ib . ib . ib . 169 ib . ib . 170 ib . ib . 171 ib . ib . ib . ib . 172 ib . ib . ib . - 173 ib . ib . ib . 174 176 177 ib . 178 ib ...
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... Ben Jonson and the Landlord Applicable to Many Pasquinade ib . 180 ib . ib . ib . 181 182 ib . ib . ib . · 183 ib . ib . ib . 184 ib . 185 ib . ib . Lines to a Caged Robin 186 A Parody ib . Short and Long ! 187 On the Death of a ...
... Ben Jonson and the Landlord Applicable to Many Pasquinade ib . 180 ib . ib . ib . 181 182 ib . ib . ib . · 183 ib . ib . ib . 184 ib . 185 ib . ib . Lines to a Caged Robin 186 A Parody ib . Short and Long ! 187 On the Death of a ...
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... BEN JONSON . I'll not offend thee with a vain tear more , Glad - mention'd Roe ; thou art but gone before , Whither the world must follow ; and I now Breathe to expect my When , and make my How . Which , if most gracious heav'n grant ...
... BEN JONSON . I'll not offend thee with a vain tear more , Glad - mention'd Roe ; thou art but gone before , Whither the world must follow ; and I now Breathe to expect my When , and make my How . Which , if most gracious heav'n grant ...
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... Ben Jonson with an opportunity of showing his satire and his learning together . These are the words of which he speaks sometimes as " un - in - one - breath - utterable . " Redi mentions an Epigram against the Sophists , which is ...
... Ben Jonson with an opportunity of showing his satire and his learning together . These are the words of which he speaks sometimes as " un - in - one - breath - utterable . " Redi mentions an Epigram against the Sophists , which is ...
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... BEN JONSON . Here lies Jonson , with the rest Of the poets , but the best . Reader , wouldst thou more have known , Ask his story - not the stone ; That will speak what this can't tell— Of his glory . - So , farewell . IDLENESS ...
... BEN JONSON . Here lies Jonson , with the rest Of the poets , but the best . Reader , wouldst thou more have known , Ask his story - not the stone ; That will speak what this can't tell— Of his glory . - So , farewell . IDLENESS ...
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Termos e frases comuns
anno Anno Domini Bartleman beauty BEN JONSON Bishop bless'd breath buried call'd CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL CATHEDRAL church CHURCH-YARD cried daughter David Garrick dead dear death devil died divine doctor doth Duke dust earth Epigram EPITAPH eyes fair faithful fame father Garrick give grace grave grief head hear heart heaven honour inscription king knew lady LE MANN learned lies lieth liv'd live Lord madam maid marble marriage married Mary MATTHEW PRIOR memory MERTON COLLEGE mind monument ne'er never night NORWICH CATHEDRAL o'er once Owen Moore Oxford poet poor Pope pray Pyrton Queen quoth reader replied rest Richard Corbet Rome saints servant Shakspeare Sir John soul stone tear thee Thomas Thomas Farnabie thou thought tomb tongue Twas Twill virgin virtue WESTMINSTER ABBEY wife wine wise wrote youth
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Página 78 - 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...
Página 253 - Thy country's friend, but more of human kind. O ! born to arms ! O ! worth in youth approv'd ! O ! soft humanity in age belov'd ! For thee the hardy veteran drops a tear, And the gay courtier feels the sigh sincere. Withers, adieu ! yet not with thee remove Thy martial spirit, or thy social love ! Amidst corruption, luxury, and rage, Still leave some ancient virtues to our age : Nor let us say (those English glories gone ) The last true Briton lies beneath this stone.
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Página 212 - Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.