A Collection of Epitaphs and Monumental Inscriptions, Ancient and Modern ...

Printed (for the author), and sold by C. Thurman, 1821 - 1 頁

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第 287 頁 - 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...
第 87 頁 - 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.
第 71 頁 - 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.
第 3 頁 - Unblamed through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust ; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
第 239 頁 - Lo ! where this silent marble weeps, A Friend, a Wife, a Mother sleeps ; A Heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful Virtues loved 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.
第 205 頁 - 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, e'en 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.
第 172 頁 - 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.
第 260 頁 - 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.
第 241 頁 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
第 47 頁 - Honourable the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Common Council of the City of London : These.