Epitaphs in Old Bridgewater, Massachusetts: Illustrated with Plans and Views

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Henry T. Pratt, printer, 1882 - 253 עמודים
 

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עמוד 139 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
עמוד 226 - Here Lies the Body of Mr XEHEMIAH ROY CE Who Departed This Life Feb (?)— AD 1791 In the both Year of His Age Behold and see, as you pass by As you are now, so once was I. As I am now so you must be. Prepare for death and follow me.
עמוד 73 - And while the lamp holds out to burn The vilest sinner may return.
עמוד 169 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath. Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
עמוד 220 - This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake and find me there ! 3 O glorious hour!
עמוד 81 - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.
עמוד 123 - 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 as ours.
עמוד 170 - EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care ; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed And bade it blossom there.
עמוד 38 - Sacred to the Memory of Capt. Joseph Boardman who Departed this Life — September 23d AD 1796 in the 76th year of his age Behold my friend as you pass by As you are now, So once was I As I am now, So you must be Prepare for death & follow me.
עמוד 154 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.

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