Epitaphs, Collected from the Cemeteries of London, Edinburgh, Glasgow ... & C: With Original and Selected Epitaphs by Tennyson, Longfellow, Montgomery [and Others] ...
Atchley and Company, 1859 - 208 من الصفحات
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الصفحة 135 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
الصفحة 113 - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
الصفحة 111 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
الصفحة 84 - Thou art gone to the grave — we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side, But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope since the Sinless has died.
الصفحة 200 - THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
الصفحة 96 - HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below : Go, by angel guards attended, To the sight of Jesus go ! Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo ! the Saviour stands above, Shows the purchase of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love.
الصفحة 121 - The pains of death are past; Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ, well done ! Praise be thy new employ ; And, while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
الصفحة 57 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
الصفحة 18 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now, so you must be Prepare for death and follow me.