Here Lawrence rests in death; while living fame
From Thames to Ganges wafts his honour’d name.
To him this frail memorial Friendship rears,
Whose noblest monument’s a nation’s tears:
Whose deeds on fairer columns stand engrav’d,
In Province preserv’d, and Cities saved.
Similar Posts
Dragon! since lyrics are the mode,
And reason good I plead:Are those who cannot write, to blameTo draw their hopes of future fame,From those who cannot read?O could I, like that nameless wight,Find the choice minute when to write,Themollia tempora fandi!Like his my muse should learn to whistleA trueHeroical Epistle,In strains which never can die.Father of lyrics, tuneful Horace!Can thy great…
Go, happy spirit, seek that blissful land
Of those who fought for truth; blest spirit, go,And perfect all the good begun below;Go hear applauding Saints, delighted, tellHow vanquish’d Falsehood, at thy bidding, fell!Blest in that heav’n whose paths thy virtue sought;Blest in that God whose cause thou well hast fought;O let thy honour’d shadehiscare approve,Who this memorial rears of filial love:A son,…
There was a Prince of high degree,
Much power and wealth were in his hand,With Lands and Lordships at command.One son, a favourite son, he had,An idle, thoughtless kind of lad;Whom, spite of all his follies past,He meant to make his heir at last.The son escaped to foreign lands,And broke his gracious Sire’s commands;Far, as he fancied, from his sight,In each low…
When worthless grandeur fills th’ embellish’d urn,
But when distinguish’d excellence we mourn,Deep is the sorrow, genuine is the tear.Stranger! should’st thou approach this awful shrine,The merits of the honour’d dead to seek;The friend, the son, the Christian, the divine,Let those who knew him, those who lov’d him, speak.O let him in some pause of anguish say,What zeal inflam’d, what faith enlarg’d…
Come, Resignation! wipe the human tear,
Bid selfish sorrow hush the fond complaint,Nor, from the God she lov’d, detain the saint.Truth, meekness, patience, honour’d shade! were thine;And holy hope, and charity divine:Tho’ these thy forfeit being could not saveThy faith subdued the terrors of the grave.Oh! if thylivingexcellence could teach,Deathhas a loftier emphasis of speech:Let death thy strongest lesson then impart,And…
O Charity, divinely wise,
From the pure fountain of eternal light,Where fair, immutable, and ever bright,The beatific vision shines,Where Angel with Archangel joinsIn choral songs to sing his praise,Parent of Life, Ancient of Days,Who was ere Time existed, shall beThro’ the wide round of vast Eternity,O come, thy warm celestial beams impart,Enlarge my feelings, and expand my heart!Descend from…
Here Lawrence rests in death; while living fame
From Thames to Ganges wafts his honour’d name.
To him this frail memorial Friendship rears,
Whose noblest monument’s a nation’s tears:
Whose deeds on fairer columns stand engrav’d,
In Province preserv’d, and Cities saved.
Similar Posts
When worthless grandeur fills th’ embellish’d urn,
But when distinguish’d excellence we mourn,Deep is the sorrow, genuine is the tear.Stranger! should’st thou approach this awful shrine,The merits of the honour’d dead to seek;The friend, the son, the Christian, the divine,Let those who knew him, those who lov’d him, speak.O let him in some pause of anguish say,What zeal inflam’d, what faith enlarg’d…
PART I.
Who figured much about the town,Had pass’d, with general approbation,The modish forms of education;Knew what was proper to be known,The establish’d jargon of Bon-ton;Had learnt, with very moderate reading,The whole new system of good breeding:He studied to be cold and rude,Though native feeling would intrude.Unlucky sense and sympathy,Spoilt the vain thing he strove to be:For…
O could this verse her fair example spread,
Then, reader, should it speak her hope divine,Not to record her faith, but strengthen thine;Then should her ev’ry virtue stand confest,Till ev’ry virtue kindled in thy breast.But if thou slight the monitory strain,And she has liv’d, to thee at least, in vain;Yet let her death, an awful lesson give,The dying Christian speaks to all that…
Go, happy spirit, seek that blissful land
Of those who fought for truth; blest spirit, go,And perfect all the good begun below;Go hear applauding Saints, delighted, tellHow vanquish’d Falsehood, at thy bidding, fell!Blest in that heav’n whose paths thy virtue sought;Blest in that God whose cause thou well hast fought;O let thy honour’d shadehiscare approve,Who this memorial rears of filial love:A son,…
Dragon! since lyrics are the mode,
And reason good I plead:Are those who cannot write, to blameTo draw their hopes of future fame,From those who cannot read?O could I, like that nameless wight,Find the choice minute when to write,Themollia tempora fandi!Like his my muse should learn to whistleA trueHeroical Epistle,In strains which never can die.Father of lyrics, tuneful Horace!Can thy great…
Here rests awhile, in happier climes to shine,
‘Twas his, like Luke, the double task to fill,To heal the nat’ral, and the moral ill.You, whose awaken’d hearts his labours blest,Where ev’ry truth by ev’ry grace was drest;Oh! let your lives evince that still you feelTh’ effective influence of his fervent zeal.One spirit rescued from eternal woeWhere nobler fame than marble can bestow;That lasting…