A collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, ancient and modern, by W. Graham1823 |
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... hath praise . ON SIR RICHARD PECKFALL , KNT . Master of the buck hounds to Queen Elizabeth . Death can't disjoin whom Christ hath join'd in love , Life leads to death , and death to life , above . In heaven's a happier place ; frail ...
... hath praise . ON SIR RICHARD PECKFALL , KNT . Master of the buck hounds to Queen Elizabeth . Death can't disjoin whom Christ hath join'd in love , Life leads to death , and death to life , above . In heaven's a happier place ; frail ...
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... hath me reft . But I from him will take His memory , to whom this tomb I make . John was his name ( ah ! was ) wretch must I say ? Lord Russel once , now my tear thirsting clay . TO THE MEMORY OF CATHERINE LADY WALPOLE , Eldest daughter ...
... hath me reft . But I from him will take His memory , to whom this tomb I make . John was his name ( ah ! was ) wretch must I say ? Lord Russel once , now my tear thirsting clay . TO THE MEMORY OF CATHERINE LADY WALPOLE , Eldest daughter ...
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... hath few competitors in fame ; A name so great , so general it may scorn Inscriptions which do vulgar tombs adorn ! A diminution ' tis to write in verse His eulogies which most men's mouths rehearse ; His virtues and his pills are so ...
... hath few competitors in fame ; A name so great , so general it may scorn Inscriptions which do vulgar tombs adorn ! A diminution ' tis to write in verse His eulogies which most men's mouths rehearse ; His virtues and his pills are so ...
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... Hath nipt the bud of this most beauteous flow'r ; We've 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 ...
... Hath nipt the bud of this most beauteous flow'r ; We've 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 ...
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... the above , Who died , 22d September , 1811 ; aged 21 years . ON AN INFANT . Weep not my friend's since God all good and wise , Hath pleas'd to take me spotless to the skies . TO THE MEMORY OF MR . JAMES BLACK , Oil 58.
... the above , Who died , 22d September , 1811 ; aged 21 years . ON AN INFANT . Weep not my friend's since God all good and wise , Hath pleas'd to take me spotless to the skies . TO THE MEMORY OF MR . JAMES BLACK , Oil 58.
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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 gentle GEORGE grace grave grief happy hath heart Heav'n Heav'nly honor hope humble husband INFANT JAMES JAMES QUIN JOHN MILTON JOSEPH ADDISON King 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 ROBERT MOSSE sacred SAMUEL BARRINGTON shine sigh sincere skies sleep sorrows soul spirit tear tender thee thine THOMAS thro tomb truth virtues virtuous weep wife WILLIAM worms youth
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Page 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.
Page 239 - Lo! 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. In agony, in death resign'd, She felt the Wound she left behind.
Page 260 - 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.
Page 205 - 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.
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Page 172 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Page 3 - Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it, with what more you may think proper.
Page 138 - Our life is but 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.