Church-yard gleanings and epigrammatic scraps, a collection of epitaphs and epigrams by W. Pulleyn1829 |
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... fair city , Unto this pretty maid , Death show'd no pity : As soon as she'd her pail with water fill'd , Came sudden Death - and life , like water , spill'd . These lines are in the church - yard on a tombstone sacred to the memory of a ...
... fair city , Unto this pretty maid , Death show'd no pity : As soon as she'd her pail with water fill'd , Came sudden Death - and life , like water , spill'd . These lines are in the church - yard on a tombstone sacred to the memory of a ...
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... fair feature , deckt With gifts of mind , if piety breeds respect , Her tomb then view and grace , kind passenger , With whom so many graces buried were ; Conquer'd by patience , yet she overcame ; Nor was her youth death's triumph ...
... fair feature , deckt With gifts of mind , if piety breeds respect , Her tomb then view and grace , kind passenger , With whom so many graces buried were ; Conquer'd by patience , yet she overcame ; Nor was her youth death's triumph ...
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... fair , so young , so innocent , so sweet , So ripe a judgment , and so rare a wit , Require at least an age , in one to meet . In her they met , -but long they could not stay , ' Twas gold too fine , to fix without allay . Heaven's ...
... fair , so young , so innocent , so sweet , So ripe a judgment , and so rare a wit , Require at least an age , in one to meet . In her they met , -but long they could not stay , ' Twas gold too fine , to fix without allay . Heaven's ...
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... fair Amelia's eyes . Whom shall we blame ? —Her duty was her guard , And his injustice was its own reward ; ( If he's unjust whose reason cannot prove Of force enough against imperious love . ) The aspiring youth who scorn'd to stoop so ...
... fair Amelia's eyes . Whom shall we blame ? —Her duty was her guard , And his injustice was its own reward ; ( If he's unjust whose reason cannot prove Of force enough against imperious love . ) The aspiring youth who scorn'd to stoop so ...
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... fair Added to her noble birth , More than she could own from earth . Summers three times eight save one She had told ; alas ! too soon After so short time of breath , To house with darkness and with death . Yet had the number of her ...
... fair Added to her noble birth , More than she could own from earth . Summers three times eight save one She had told ; alas ! too soon After so short time of breath , To house with darkness and with death . Yet had the number of her ...
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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 107 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Página 97 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs himself life's mad career, Wild as the wave ; Here pause— and, through the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Página 241 - Sincere, though prudent; constant, yet resign'd; Honour unchang'd, a principle profest, Fix'd to one side, but moderate to the rest: An honest courtier, yet a patriot too, 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.
Página 5 - They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Página 186 - A prison is a house of care. A place where none can thrive, A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive. Sometimes a place of right. Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among.
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.
Página 80 - Cold is that hand, which living was stretch'd forth, At friendship's call, to succour modest worth. Here lies James Quin — deign reader to be taught, Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought, In Nature's...
Página 3 - ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER, Who sickened in the time of his Vacancy, being forbid to go to London by reason of the Plague Here lies old Hobson. Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. 'Twas such a shifter that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he...
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.