Epitaphs in Old Bridgewater, Massachusetts: Illustrated with Plans and ViewsHenry T. Pratt, printer, 1882 - 253 pàgines |
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Epitaphs in Old Bridgewater, Massachusetts: Illustrated with Plans and Views Williams Latham Visualització completa - 1882 |
Epitaphs in Old Bridgewater, Massachusetts: Illustrated with Plans and Views Williams Latham Previsualització no disponible - 2018 |
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Pàgina 251 - This book is a preservation photocopy. It was produced on Hammermill Laser Print natural white, a 60 # book weight acid-free archival paper which meets the requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (permanence of paper) Preservation photocopying and binding by Acme Bookbinding Charlestown...
Pàgina 71 - And while the lamp holds out to burn The vilest sinner may return.
Pàgina 118 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now, so you must be Prepare for death and follow me.
Pàgina 13 - 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.
Pàgina 150 - 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.
Pàgina 128 - 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.
Pàgina 113 - 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.
Pàgina 172 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Pàgina 195 - But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him; and his righteousness unto children's children ; to such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them.
Pàgina 12 - Blessed are the Dead which die in the Lord ; for they rest from their Labours, and their Works do follow them.