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Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time read more
Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.
This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: read more
This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."
Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such read more
Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such you seek, try Westminister, and view
Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
"Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
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Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
Look but at home, enough is to be done.
If e'er she knew an evil thought
She spoke no evil word:
Peace to the gentle! She read more
If e'er she knew an evil thought
She spoke no evil word:
Peace to the gentle! She hath sought
The bosom of her Lord.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]