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aged ANN of CLEVE Battle of Trafalgar Beneath this stone blessed blest bliss bloom body born breath buried Captain 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 JOHN MILTON JOSEPH ADDISON King King of Scotland 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 parish peace poor praise Queen Reader resign'd rest RICHARD RICHARD GARTH ROBERT sacred Samuel Barrington shine sigh sleep sorrows soul spirit sweet tear tender thee thine THOMAS thro tomb virtue virtuous weep Westminster Abbey wife WILLIAM worms youth
Страница 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.
Страница 285 - 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 : To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill, he was still hard of hearing : When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet,* and only took snuff.
Страница 203 - 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.
Страница 3 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with...
Страница 233 - Berkshire, •This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man : A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace.
Страница 71 - 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.
Страница 237 - JLjO ! 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.
Страница 258 - 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.
Страница 61 - HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims, For all the pious dead, Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. 2 They die in Jesus and are bless'd ; How kind their slumbers are ! From sufferings and from sins released, And freed from every snare.
Страница 7 - 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 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 irradiate with a beam divine." It would be an insult to my readers' understandings to attempt any thing like a criticism on this...