Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Epitaph

Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God,
And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he--
O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.--
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death :
Mercy for praise--to be forgiven for fame--
He ask'd, and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same. 

1. Home-Sick. Written In Germany
2. To the Autumnal Moon
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4. Duty Surviving Self-Love, the Only Sure Friend of Declining Life
5. The Picture, Or The Lover's Resolution

Donald Blanding Epitaph ("Do not carve on stone or wood")

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