Metrical epitaphs, ancient and modern, ed. by J. Booth |
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... fates on realms unknown , " and his death was considered certain . Penelope , his wife , harassed by the importunate ... fate of his father ; and , during his absence , Ulysses , having left the island of Calypso , is thrown by a tempest ...
... fates on realms unknown , " and his death was considered certain . Penelope , his wife , harassed by the importunate ... fate of his father ; and , during his absence , Ulysses , having left the island of Calypso , is thrown by a tempest ...
Side 21
... Fate , that small reward awaits on Virtue still . tion , surpasses almost every statesman , whether of ancient or of modern times , converted Athens into a maritime power . He clearly saw that it would be impossible for his country- men ...
... Fate , that small reward awaits on Virtue still . tion , surpasses almost every statesman , whether of ancient or of modern times , converted Athens into a maritime power . He clearly saw that it would be impossible for his country- men ...
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... fate . If few the joys of life , Few were its ills , its conflicts ; brief its strife . T. Farley . Gregory of Nazianzen , Jac . Bk . viii . Ep . 126 . EUPHEMIUS slumbers in this hallow'd ground , Son of Amphilocus , by all renown'd ...
... fate . If few the joys of life , Few were its ills , its conflicts ; brief its strife . T. Farley . Gregory of Nazianzen , Jac . Bk . viii . Ep . 126 . EUPHEMIUS slumbers in this hallow'd ground , Son of Amphilocus , by all renown'd ...
Side 31
... fates allied . When hostile banners over Corinth waved , Preferring death , we left a land enslaved . Pierced by a mother's steel in youth I bled ; She nobly join'd me in my gory bed . In vain ye forge your fetters for the brave , Who ...
... fates allied . When hostile banners over Corinth waved , Preferring death , we left a land enslaved . Pierced by a mother's steel in youth I bled ; She nobly join'd me in my gory bed . In vain ye forge your fetters for the brave , Who ...
Side 42
... Fates unto him lent . Yett him in haste snatch'd hence all would believe , Who knew how much the world did for him greive . Old MS . 16th cent . ON A CHILD BELOVED BY THE POET . Mart . Ep . Lib . v . Ep . 53 . MAY the turf lie lightly ...
... Fates unto him lent . Yett him in haste snatch'd hence all would believe , Who knew how much the world did for him greive . Old MS . 16th cent . ON A CHILD BELOVED BY THE POET . Mart . Ep . Lib . v . Ep . 53 . MAY the turf lie lightly ...
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Side 124 - 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.
Side 168 - Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave. The poor Inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame, But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend — whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Side 128 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Side 123 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
Side 122 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Side 126 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Side 98 - Statesman, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved,
Side 121 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who, born for the Universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Side 135 - Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
Side 97 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end, These are thy honours ! not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with...