Church-yard gleanings and epigrammatic scraps, a collection of epitaphs and epigrams by W. Pulleyn1829 |
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... AND HIS WIFE . Here lays John , with Mary his bride , - They liv'd and they laugh'd while they was able , And at last was oblig❜d to knock under the table .. FROM CAMDEN . Here lyeth RICHARD A PREENE , One CHURCH - YARD GLEANINGS .
... AND HIS WIFE . Here lays John , with Mary his bride , - They liv'd and they laugh'd while they was able , And at last was oblig❜d to knock under the table .. FROM CAMDEN . Here lyeth RICHARD A PREENE , One CHURCH - YARD GLEANINGS .
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... liv'd a virgin life ; Ten times five years I was a virtuous wife ; Ten times five years I liv'd a widow chaste ; Now , tir'd of this mortal life , I rest . IN ANTWERP CATHEDRAL . I was what I am not . I am what I was not . What I am ...
... liv'd a virgin life ; Ten times five years I was a virtuous wife ; Ten times five years I liv'd a widow chaste ; Now , tir'd of this mortal life , I rest . IN ANTWERP CATHEDRAL . I was what I am not . I am what I was not . What I am ...
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... liv'd , he liv'd his country's pride , And first his country injur'd when he died . DR . WALTER Haddon , Master of Requests to Queen Elizabeth . Sir Thomas Chaloner was a gallant soldier , able statesman , and a very learned writer , in ...
... liv'd , he liv'd his country's pride , And first his country injur'd when he died . DR . WALTER Haddon , Master of Requests to Queen Elizabeth . Sir Thomas Chaloner was a gallant soldier , able statesman , and a very learned writer , in ...
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... liv'd , and just to all mankind : E asie he sleeps till heaven shall raise his dust , Y ielding his soul to th ' mansions of the just . IN THE SUBTERRANEAN CHAPEL , OF THE CHURCH OF ST MARIA SCALA CŒLI , ROME . Hic requiescunt corpora ...
... liv'd , and just to all mankind : E asie he sleeps till heaven shall raise his dust , Y ielding his soul to th ' mansions of the just . IN THE SUBTERRANEAN CHAPEL , OF THE CHURCH OF ST MARIA SCALA CŒLI , ROME . Hic requiescunt corpora ...
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... liv'd ; and fine , By death the third of January devor'd , In anno thrice five hundred , eighty - nine . AT STEPNEY . Here remains all that was mortal of Mr. Roger Crabb , who entered into eternity the 11th day of Septemb . 1680 , in ...
... liv'd ; and fine , By death the third of January devor'd , In anno thrice five hundred , eighty - nine . AT STEPNEY . Here remains all that was mortal of Mr. Roger Crabb , who entered into eternity the 11th day of Septemb . 1680 , in ...
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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
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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.