A collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, ancient and modern, by W. Graham1821 |
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... lost no friend . Ennobl'd by himself , by all approv'd , Prais'd , wept , and honor'd , by the muse he lov'd . TO THE MEMORY OF DAVID GARRICK , Who died in the year 1779 , at the age of 63 . To paint fair nature by divine command , Her ...
... lost no friend . Ennobl'd by himself , by all approv'd , Prais'd , wept , and honor'd , by the muse he lov'd . TO THE MEMORY OF DAVID GARRICK , Who died in the year 1779 , at the age of 63 . To paint fair nature by divine command , Her ...
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... Lost and Regained . He was born at London in 1608 , and died at Bunhill ( perhaps the same as Bunhill fields ) in 1674 , leaving three daughters behind him unprovided for ; and not long since a grand daugh- ter of his was relieved by a ...
... Lost and Regained . He was born at London in 1608 , and died at Bunhill ( perhaps the same as Bunhill fields ) in 1674 , leaving three daughters behind him unprovided for ; and not long since a grand daugh- ter of his was relieved by a ...
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... lost most of his Masts and Rigging , Watched an opportunity of the Bow - sprit of The La - Pique comming athwart the Blanche , And with his own hands lashed it to the Capstern , And thus converted the whole Stern of the Blanche , Into ...
... lost most of his Masts and Rigging , Watched an opportunity of the Bow - sprit of The La - Pique comming athwart the Blanche , And with his own hands lashed it to the Capstern , And thus converted the whole Stern of the Blanche , Into ...
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... and not expire Till all things else at the universal fire . This verse is lost , his pills embalm him safe To future times without an epitaph . Deceased , April 26 , A. D. 1672 , aged 72 . A MONUMENT On the west Wall of the south stern 53.
... and not expire Till all things else at the universal fire . This verse is lost , his pills embalm him safe To future times without an epitaph . Deceased , April 26 , A. D. 1672 , aged 72 . A MONUMENT On the west Wall of the south stern 53.
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... lost thee - ' tis the will of Him who gave , To lay thy sorrows in the silent grave . To waft thy virtuous soul to realms above , Where all is happiness , and all is love ; Through thy Redeemer's love , to bear thee hence , Thy patient ...
... lost thee - ' tis the will of Him who gave , To lay thy sorrows in the silent grave . To waft thy virtuous soul to realms above , Where all is happiness , and all is love ; Through thy Redeemer's love , to bear thee hence , Thy patient ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...