Curious epitaphs, collected from the graveyards of Great Britain and Ireland, with biogr., genealogical, and hist. notes, by W. Andrews1883 |
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Ancient Anno Domini bears the following Beneath this stone Blidworth burial burial-ground buried Cathedral Cave Cemetery Chambers's Journal character Charles chimney money Christ Church churchyard clay Collection of Epitaphs copied curious epitaph Cuthbert Bede dead death departed Derbyshire died doth Dunmow Flitch dust edition erected Farewell following epitaph following inscription following lines friends George grave gravestone head heart Henry HENRY JENKINS Historic Yorkshire History honour Hull inscribed interesting interred J. R. Smith James James Quin JOHN GUY JOHN MACBETH Kensal Green Cemetery King laid lies the body lived London Lord lover memory of John Memory of THOMAS Monumental Inscriptions ne'er Nottinghamshire o'er parish clerk Phoebe Hessel placed poor printer Queen Reader remains remembrance rest Sacred Samuel scription sexton Simon Byrne soldier soul tablet tear thee thou Tom Booth tomb tombstone wife William Andrews Worme writing
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Page 124 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death, and turn'd to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.
Page 78 - WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker: "Save, LORD! or we perish.
Page 94 - 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 farrago...
Page 15 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Page 44 - My coal is spent, my iron gone, My nails are drove, my work is done, My fire-dried corpse lies here at rest, My soul smoke-like soars to be blest III.
Page 53 - ... collections may appear Of what is rare in Land, in Sea, in Air, Whilst they (as Homer's Iliad in a nut) A world of Wonders in one closet shut. These famous Antiquarians that had been Both gardeners to the Rose and Lily Queen, Transplanted now themselves sleep here ; and when Angels shall with their trumpets waken men, And fire shall purge the world, these hence shall rise, And change this garden for a Paradise.
Page 94 - To paint fair Nature, by divine command, Her magic pencil in his glowing hand, A Shakespeare rose : then, to expand his fame 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...
Page 34 - He had the art of disposing his time so well. that his hours glided away in one continual round of pleasure and delight, till an unlucky minute put a period to his existence. He departed this life Nov. 14, 1802, aged 57 : wound up, in hopes of being taken in hand by his Maker ; and of being thoroughly cleaned, repaired, and set a-going in the world to come.
Page 40 - But lately, finding him so long at home, And thinking now his journey's end was come, And that he had ta'en up his latest Inn, In the kind office of a...
Page 104 - From threshing corn, he turns to thresh his brains, For which her majesty allows him grains ; Though 'tis confest, that those who ever saw His poems, think 'em all not worth a straw. Thrice happy Duck ! employed in threshing stubble ! Thy toil is lessened, and thy profits double.