Church-yard gleanings and epigrammatic scraps, a collection of epitaphs and epigrams by W. Pulleyn1829 |
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... call'd to special place ) Did what might best behove him ; The queene of England gave him grace , The King of Heaven did love him . His men and tenants wail'd the daye , His kinn and cuntrie cried d ; Both younge and old in Kent may ...
... call'd to special place ) Did what might best behove him ; The queene of England gave him grace , The King of Heaven did love him . His men and tenants wail'd the daye , His kinn and cuntrie cried d ; Both younge and old in Kent may ...
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... call'd the wretched to relieve , Thy science useless , and thy worth approved , Shall tell thee that from earth thou art removed . ON A YOUNG LADY . Had cruel death , whose harvest is each hour , But stopt awhile to view this lovely ...
... call'd the wretched to relieve , Thy science useless , and thy worth approved , Shall tell thee that from earth thou art removed . ON A YOUNG LADY . Had cruel death , whose harvest is each hour , But stopt awhile to view this lovely ...
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... call'd him Dicky Pearce ; His folly serv'd to make men laugh , When wit and mirth was scarce . Poor Dick at last is dead and What signifies to cry ; gone , Dickeys enough are still behind , To laugh at by and by . Buried June 18 , 1728 ...
... call'd him Dicky Pearce ; His folly serv'd to make men laugh , When wit and mirth was scarce . Poor Dick at last is dead and What signifies to cry ; gone , Dickeys enough are still behind , To laugh at by and by . Buried June 18 , 1728 ...
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... 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 eradiate with a beam divine . This monument , the tribute ...
... 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 eradiate with a beam divine . This monument , the tribute ...
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... call'd at my house - but he spoke with my wife . Susan , Wife of David Patison , lies here . Oct. 19 , 1706 . Stop , reader , and if not in a hurry , shed a tear . IN STREATHAM CHURCH , Is a monument to a good wife ; on which is the ...
... call'd at my house - but he spoke with my wife . Susan , Wife of David Patison , lies here . Oct. 19 , 1706 . Stop , reader , and if not in a hurry , shed a tear . IN STREATHAM CHURCH , Is a monument to a good wife ; on which is the ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 5 - They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.