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... churchyard , the cloisters , and the church , amusing myself with the tomb- stones and inscriptions that I met with in those several regions of the dead . Most of them recorded nothing else of the buried person , but that he was born ...
... churchyard , the cloisters , and the church , amusing myself with the tomb- stones and inscriptions that I met with in those several regions of the dead . Most of them recorded nothing else of the buried person , but that he was born ...
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... churchyard . The Burial Register has the following entry , under 1649 : " June 21st , Richard Brandon , a man out of Rosemary Lane . This R. Brandon is supposed to have cut off the head of Charles Ist . " Brandon at the time was the ...
... churchyard . The Burial Register has the following entry , under 1649 : " June 21st , Richard Brandon , a man out of Rosemary Lane . This R. Brandon is supposed to have cut off the head of Charles Ist . " Brandon at the time was the ...
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... CHURCHYARD.30 HERE mighty Anna's statue placed we find , Betwixt the darling passions of her mind ; A brandy - shop before - a church behind . But why the back turned to that sacred place , As thy unhappy father's was to grace ? Why ...
... CHURCHYARD.30 HERE mighty Anna's statue placed we find , Betwixt the darling passions of her mind ; A brandy - shop before - a church behind . But why the back turned to that sacred place , As thy unhappy father's was to grace ? Why ...
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... CHURCHYARD , Gloucesters . Ob . June , 1728 . HERE lies the Earl of Suffolk's Fool , Men call him Dicky Pearce ; His folly served to make men laugh When wit and mirth were scarce . Poor Dick , alas ! is dead and gone , What signifies to ...
... CHURCHYARD , Gloucesters . Ob . June , 1728 . HERE lies the Earl of Suffolk's Fool , Men call him Dicky Pearce ; His folly served to make men laugh When wit and mirth were scarce . Poor Dick , alas ! is dead and gone , What signifies to ...
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... churchyard is a gravestone with an in- scription on it to the memory of Mary Beech , and signifying that it was erected by Pope , in gratitude to her for having nursed and attended him faithfully for thirty - eight years : on which Lady ...
... churchyard is a gravestone with an in- scription on it to the memory of Mary Beech , and signifying that it was erected by Pope , in gratitude to her for having nursed and attended him faithfully for thirty - eight years : on which Lady ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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,
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...