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" HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound! My ears attend the cry; " Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low... "
Memorials of Old Brideghampton - Страница 348
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Sepulchrorum Inscriptiones: Or A Curious Collection of Above 900 of ..., Том 1

1727 - 528 страници
...elfe but JESU S' Sake. 1 602 '. On Mrs. JOAN GEABING. HArk ! from the Tombs a doleful Sound, , Your Ears attend the Cry, Ye living Men come view the Ground, Where you muft mortly lye. Your wafting Lives grow ftiorter ftilf, As Months and Days Increafe, And every beating...

A collection of psalms and hymns for social worship, extr. from various ...

Dyer - 1767 - 300 страници
...away To their eternal Home. HYMN CLXXXV. A Funeral Thought, \ ARK ! from the Tomb a doleful founu Our Ears attend the Cry, Ye living Men, come view the Ground, Where you muft fhortly lie. Princes, this Clay mufl. be your Bed, In fpite of all your Tow'rs; The Tall, the...

Hymns for Public Worship

1772 - 222 страници
...concern. HYMN CXXXIX. Common Metre. A Funeral -Thought. I. HARK ! from the tombs a doleful found ! My ears, attend the cry : * Ye living men, come view the ground, " Where you muft fhortly lie. II. ;< Princes, this clay muft be your bed, " In fpite of all your tow'rs -, •'...

Hymns and Spiritual Songs: In Three Books. ... By I. Watts, D.D.

Isaac Watts - 1773 - 404 страници
...Augu./t 26, 1697. ;". /*'T" . . . LXIII. A Funeral Thought. 1 TTARK! from the Tombs a doleful Soum^ JTl My Ears attend the Cry:"" " Ye living 'Men come view the Ground, " Where you muft fhortly lie. 2 " Princes, this Clay muft be your Bed, " In fpite'bf'all your TowrV; " The Tall,...

The Psalms of David: Imitated in the Language of the New Testament, and ...

Isaac Watts - 1789 - 614 страници
...tebtl-*orm, And beat upon hit naked Ion I In on« «tefrial Aoiim HA** I frSrn th« toniliM Jeieful fonrtd, My ears attend the cry ; " Ye living men, come view the ground, " VS here you muff Jhprtly Ije. a '' Princes, this clay muff be your be'<?, " In fpite of aft you/...

Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to ...

1802 - 384 страници
...eternal storm. _- ., :,'i«. LXIII. A funeral thwgl>t. »*1 ^ --JJriARR, from the tombs a doleful sound i My ears attend the cry, . ;: ! " Ye living men come..." Where you must shortly lie. ». " Princes, this clay must be your bed " In spite of all your tow're; " The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head " Must...

The Psalms of David: Imitated in the Language of the New-Testament, and ...

Isaac Watts - 1802 - 528 страници
...foul In one eternal ftorm. LXIII. ' A Funeral TT iRX ! from the tombs a doleful found ;. JnL My earn, attend the cry— " Ye living men. come, view the ground '' Where you mult ftiortly lie. « " Princes, thin day muft be your bed» " In fpite of all your tow'rs ; M The...

The Psalms of David, Imitated in the Language of the New-Testament, and ...

Isaac Watts - 1803 - 642 страници
...HYMN LXIII. Common Metre. A funeral thought. 1 TT ARK ! from the tombs, a doleful found ! JL JL Mine ears, attend the cry — " Ye living men, come, view the ground ** Where you muft ftiortly lie. 2 " Princes,' this clay muft be your bed, " In fpite of all your tow'rs ; *' The...

A Collection of Epitaphs and Monumental Inscriptions, Historical ..., Том 1

1806 - 284 страници
...sigh sincere. . 188 INSCRIPTION IN BUNI1ILL FIELDS. " HARK ! From the tombs a doleful sound, Let all attend the cry ; Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. Your wasting lives grow shorter still, , , As months and days increase, And every beating pulse you...

A collection of epitaphs and monumental inscriptions, Том 1

Collection - 1806 - 286 страници
...heaves the sigh sincere. INSCRIPTION IN BUNHILL FIELDS. " HARK ! from the tombs a doleful sound, Let all attend the cry ; Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. Your wasting lives grow shorter still, As months and days increase, And every beating pulse you feel,...




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