Church-yard gleanings and epigrammatic scraps, a collection of epitaphs and epigrams by W. Pulleyn1829 |
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... Matthew Prior In Notre Dame , Paris Page 48 49 50 ib . ib . 51 ib . 52 ib . 53 ib . ib . 54 ib . 55 ib . ib . 56 ib . 57 ib . 58 At Stone , in the Duchy of Lancaster ib . In St. Paul's Cathedral , on Sir Nicholas Bacon 59 Epitaphium ...
... Matthew Prior In Notre Dame , Paris Page 48 49 50 ib . ib . 51 ib . 52 ib . 53 ib . ib . 54 ib . 55 ib . ib . 56 ib . 57 ib . 58 At Stone , in the Duchy of Lancaster ib . In St. Paul's Cathedral , on Sir Nicholas Bacon 59 Epitaphium ...
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William Pulleyn. Page On Sir Isaac Newton ( 2nd ) On Matthew Prior On a Baker On a Beautiful Lady , by Malherbes On a Lady who took St. Paul's Advice 254 ib . 245 ib . · ib . On the Death of a Lady On Sir Isaac Newton ( 3rd ) On John ...
William Pulleyn. Page On Sir Isaac Newton ( 2nd ) On Matthew Prior On a Baker On a Beautiful Lady , by Malherbes On a Lady who took St. Paul's Advice 254 ib . 245 ib . · ib . On the Death of a Lady On Sir Isaac Newton ( 3rd ) On John ...
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... MATTHEW PRIOR , Esq . Translated from the Harleian Collection of MSS . If wit or honesty could save Our mould'ring ashes from the grave , This stone had still remain'd unmark'd , I still write prose , and True still bark'd . * But ...
... MATTHEW PRIOR , Esq . Translated from the Harleian Collection of MSS . If wit or honesty could save Our mould'ring ashes from the grave , This stone had still remain'd unmark'd , I still write prose , and True still bark'd . * But ...
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... , by your leave , Here lie the bones of Matthew Prior ; The son of Adam and of Eve ; - Let Nassau or Bourbon go higher ! ON A BAKER . Here Pistor rests , who liv'd 244 ADDITIONAL EPITAPHS . On old Hare, the Sexton of Cambridge On Matthew ...
... , by your leave , Here lie the bones of Matthew Prior ; The son of Adam and of Eve ; - Let Nassau or Bourbon go higher ! ON A BAKER . Here Pistor rests , who liv'd 244 ADDITIONAL EPITAPHS . On old Hare, the Sexton of Cambridge On Matthew ...
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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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