Our Parish Registers: Being Three Hundred Years of Curious Local History, as Collected from the Original Registers, Churchwardens' Accounts, and Monumental Records of the Parish of Waltham Holy Cross |
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Our Parish Registers: Being Three Hundred Years of Curious Local History, as ... William Winters No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 145 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey...
Page 179 - 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.
Page 154 - 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.
Page 27 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Page 88 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 90 - Men's death I tell by doleful knell ; Lightning and thunder I break asunder ; On Sabbath all to church I call ; The sleepy head I raise from bed ; The winds so fierce I do disperse ; Men's cruel rage I do assuage.
Page 79 - pothecaries, taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
Page 19 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 170 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this ; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss • No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay, Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.
Page 9 - ... or wound up, or buried in any shirt, shift, sheet, or shroud, made or mingled with flax, hemp, silk, hair, gold, or silver, or other than what is made of sheep's wool only...