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Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?
Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?
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.
Speme e Fortune, addio; che' in porto entrai.
Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai.
Speme e Fortune, addio; che' in porto entrai.
Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai.
And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of read more
And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
And thine epitaph shall be--
"He was wretched ev'n as we;"
And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.
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.
Loe here the precious dust is layd;
Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
So fine that it the read more
Loe here the precious dust is layd;
Whose purely-temper'd clay was made
So fine that it the guest betray'd.
Else the soule grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shall of sinne
And so was hatch'd a cherubin.
Yet at the resurrection we shall see
A fair edition, and of matchless worth,
Free from erratas, read more
Yet at the resurrection we shall see
A fair edition, and of matchless worth,
Free from erratas, new in heaven set forth.
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."
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did read more
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did his duty;
But now he's gone aloft.
