...fhort and fimple annals of the poor. The lion't of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths ef glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to thefe the fault, If mem'ry o'er their...

...fhort and fimple annals of the poor. 32 The boaft of heialdry, the pomp of pew'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth, e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead to the grave. 36 Nor you, ye Proud ! impute to thefethe fault. If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies...

...fliort and fimple annals of the poor. The boaft of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, All that beauty — all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th* inevitable hour ; The paths to glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to thofe the fault, If mem'ry o'er their...

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...wealth, e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths uf glory lead but to the grave. 3^5 Nor you, ye Proud ! impute to thefe the fault, If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raife, Where, thro' the long drawn aide and fretted vault, The pealing anthem...

...ftubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath iheir fturdy ftroke ! Let not Ambition mock their ufeful...hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud! impute to thefe the fault, If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raife, Where, through...

...short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable...hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro'...

...ornamented abbey of a crowded city : " The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour;— The paths of glory lead but to the grave." Think not that I speak in derision, or censure, N 2 in thus glancing at the peculiarities...

...beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike ih'incviiable hour, The pathi of glory le*d but to ihc grave.. . . . " Nor Nor you, ye proud, impute to thefe the fault, If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raife, Where thro' the long.drawn ifle, and fretted The pealing anthem Avel'Is...

...short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable...hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro'...