English poem
Epitaph. Intended for Mr Rowe, in Westminster Abbey.
by Alexander Pope (1688–1744)
Thy relics, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust, And sacred place by Dryden's awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy tomb shall guide inquiring eyes. Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest! Blest in thy genius, in thy love, too, blest! One grateful woman to thy fame supplies What a whole thankless land to his denies.
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- Epitaph VII. On The Monument Of The Honourable Egbert Digby, And His Sister Mary.
- Epitaph XIV. On Edmund Duke Of Buckingham, Who Died In The Nineteenth Year Of His Age, 1735.
- Epitaph. Another, on the Same.
- Epitaph. for One Who Would Not Be Buried in Westminster Abbey.
- Epitaph. Intended for Sir Isaac Newton, in Westminster Abbey.
- Epitaph. on Charles Earl of Dorset, in the Church of Withyam, in Sussex.
- Epitaph. on Dr Francis Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, Who Died in Exile at Paris, 1732.
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