Metrical epitaphs, ancient and modern, ed. by J. Booth |
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... thee The daughters of Mnemosyne , And most thy mother , weep : Why mourn we , friends , for children dead ? Not e'en the gods from offspring's head Can death and Hades keep.-J. Davies . ON ARCHILOCHUS . TARRY and look on old Archilochus ...
... thee The daughters of Mnemosyne , And most thy mother , weep : Why mourn we , friends , for children dead ? Not e'en the gods from offspring's head Can death and Hades keep.-J. Davies . ON ARCHILOCHUS . TARRY and look on old Archilochus ...
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... thee buried lies , And a cripple , and a beggar , and the favourite of the Prof. Goldwin Smith . skies . relied on ; and many of them which were formerly doubted as improbable have been confirmed by the researches of modern travellers ...
... thee buried lies , And a cripple , and a beggar , and the favourite of the Prof. Goldwin Smith . skies . relied on ; and many of them which were formerly doubted as improbable have been confirmed by the researches of modern travellers ...
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... thee . " Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 347 . Goldwin Smith . HERE Adrimantus rests : the same was he Whose counsels won for Greece the crown of liberty . 7. H. Merivale . Leonidas , Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 740 . THE name of Crethon and his state ...
... thee . " Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 347 . Goldwin Smith . HERE Adrimantus rests : the same was he Whose counsels won for Greece the crown of liberty . 7. H. Merivale . Leonidas , Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 740 . THE name of Crethon and his state ...
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... thee . Then why such haste ? Why seize a babe like me ? Dr. Wellesley . Paulus Sil . Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 307 . My name , my country , what are they to thee ? What , whether proud or base my pedigree ? Perhaps I far surpass'd all other ...
... thee . Then why such haste ? Why seize a babe like me ? Dr. Wellesley . Paulus Sil . Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 307 . My name , my country , what are they to thee ? What , whether proud or base my pedigree ? Perhaps I far surpass'd all other ...
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... thee , murderer , one all - seeing eye . F. Hodgson . ON TWINS . Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 329 . ONE grave these twins entombs : one day their breath They both received , and both one day their death . Dr. Wellesley . Lucian , Jac . Bk ...
... thee , murderer , one all - seeing eye . F. Hodgson . ON TWINS . Jac . Bk . vii . Ep . 329 . ONE grave these twins entombs : one day their breath They both received , and both one day their death . Dr. Wellesley . Lucian , Jac . Bk ...
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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...