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" Oh, could I lose all father, now ! for why, Will man lament the state he should envy ? To have so soon 'scaped world's, and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age ! Rest in soft peace, and... "
The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review - Страница 313
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Select and Remarkable Epitaphs on Illustrious and Other Persons, in ..., Том 2

John Hackett - 1757 - 286 страници
...•' ".. i: r .*'•' .;' - • " COLLECTION OF EPITAPHS. FAREWELL ! * them Child of my Right'Hand and Joy ; My Sin was too much Hope of thee, lov'd Boy. Seven Years th'wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exa&ed by thy Fate, on the juft Day. O ! could I lofe all Father,...

A select collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, with anecdotes ...

Select collection - 1806 - 262 страници
...partakes the fleshy birth, Which cover lightly, gentle earth. On the First Son of Ben Jonson. Farewel, thou child of my right hand, and joy ; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy, Seven years thou were lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now....

Childhood, a selection from the poets, by H.M.R.

Childhood - 1841 - 384 страници
...lost, return To bind life's eye in union fast To this, its blessed morn. ON OUR FIRST SON. BEN JONSON. FAREWELL ! thou child of my right hand and joy, My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven years were lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate on the just day. O, could...

Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and ..., Томове 6–7

Anna Maria Hall - 818 страници
...measures life may perfect be.' Cla. Beautiful! Wil. His epitaph on his little boy, Burrell! Come! Bur. ' Farewell, thou child of my right hand and joy ! My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy ! Seven years were lent to me, and I thee pay Kxactcd by thy fate, on the just day. llcst...

Bentley's quarterly review. [with variant title-leaf to vol. 1]., Том 2

1860 - 634 страници
...Jonson's utterance of grief reminds us of Southev's wheu his darling Herbert was taken from him. ' Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy : My sin was too much hop? of thee, lov'd boy : Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Kxacted by thy fate on...

Bentley's Quarterly Review, Том 2

1860 - 632 страници
...and Jonson's utterance of grief reminds us of Southey's when his darling Herbert was taken from him. 'Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy: My sin was too much hop, < of thee, lov'd boy: Seven years thou wort lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate on...

Pictures and Flowers for Child-lovers

1861 - 228 страници
...dormouse pie, (An ancient classical dish, by the by,) With a sauce of the syrup of poppy. ON MY FIRST SON. FAREWELL, thou child of my right hand, and joy ; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy : Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay Exacted by thy fate on the just day. O,...

The Literature of Society, Том 1

Mrs. A. T. Thomson - 1862 - 346 страници
...rests. Jonson's lines, entitled ' On my first Son,' beginning thus, are quaint but touching : — ' Farewell, thou child of my right hand and joy, My...too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. Seven years thou were lent to me, and I thee pay Exacted by thy fate on the just day.' Not that even that loss softened...

The literature of society, by Grace Wharton, Том 1

Katherine Thomson - 1862 - 328 страници
...entitled ' On my first Son,' beginning thus, are quaint but touching : — ' Farewell, thou child 01 my right hand and joy, My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. Seven years thou were lent to me, and I thee pay Exacted by thy fate on the just day.' 196 LETTER TO 'FATHER BEN.' Not...

Flowers and Fruit Gathered by Loving Hands from Old English Gardens

Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 страници
...crops, And waste huge stones with little water-drops. SHAKESPEARE. EPITAPH ON THE FIRST SON. |AREWELL ! thou child of my right hand, and joy ; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven years were lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate on the just day. Oh, could...




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