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Manx Society, 1868 - Epitaphs - 147 pages
 

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Page 17 - What can preserve my life ? or what destroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Page 102 - They were lovely in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Page 11 - The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Page 28 - This is the desert, this the solitude: How populous, how vital is the grave! This is Creation's melancholy vault, The vale funereal, the sad cypress gloom; The land of apparitions, empty shades! All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond Is substance; the reverse is Folly's creed.
Page 24 - There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise. Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn ? Where is to-morrow ? In another world. For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is sure to none : and yet on this perhaps...
Page 11 - Sleeping in Jesus, here lieth the body of THOMAS WILSON, DD Lord Bishop of this Isle, Who died March 7th, 1755, Aged 93, and in the 58th year of his consecration. This Monument was erected By his Son, Thomas Wilson, DD a native of this parish, Who, in obedience to the express commands of his Father, declines giving him the character he so justly deserved. Let this Island speak the rest!— P.
Page 72 - Stop, traveller, I pray ; but then take heed, You judge not hard of him, when this you read. No debts, no laws, obliged him to fly From the dear land of his nativity...
Page 4 - What is the world itself? thy world — a grave. Where is the dust that has not been alive ? The spade, the plough, disturb our ancestors. From human mould we reap our daily bread.
Page 12 - April 21st, 1738, aged 47; whose master hath here given this testimony of his integrity, that in twenty years' service he never found cause to charge him with eye-service, fraud, or injustice.
Page 80 - When Vere sought death, arm'd with the sword and shield, Death was afraid to meet him in the field, But when his weapons he had laid aside Death, like a coward, struck him, and he died.

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