William Cowper (Уильям Купер)

An Epitaph

Here lies one who never drew
Blood himself, yet many slew;
Gave the gun its aim, and figure
Made in field, yet ne'er pulled trigger.
Armed men have gladly made
Him their guide, and him obeyed;
At his signified desire,
Would advance, present, and fire.
Stout he was, and large of limb,
Scores have fled at sight of him;
And to all his fame he rose
Only following his nose.
Neptune was he called; not he
Who controls the boisterous sea.
But of happier command,
Neptune of the furrowed land;
And, your wonder vain to shorten,
Pointer to Sir John Throckmorton.

1. Olney Hymn 17. The House of Prayer
2. Olney Hymn 47. The Hidden Life
3. Olney Hymn 24. Prayer for Children
4. Olney Hymn 55. The Heart Healed and Changed by Mercy
5. Olney Hymn 13. The Covenant

Walter De la Mare (Уолтер Де ла Мар) An Epitaph ("Here lies a most beautiful lady")

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