Memorials of Old Brideghampton (Google eBook)

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Priv. print. at the Press of The Bridgehmapton News, 1916 - Bridgehampton (N.Y.) - 399 pages
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Page 359 - Behold and see, as you pass by, As you are now so once was I; As I am now so you must be, Prepare for death and follow me.
Page 355 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Page 348 - HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound! My ears attend the cry; " Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Page 331 - I would not live alway; no welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies...
Page 125 - Massachusetts Bay, do, in the most solemn manner, resolve never to become slaves; and do associate under all the ties of religion, honor, and love to our country, to adopt and endeavor to carry into execution, whatever measures may be recommended by the Continental Congress...
Page 351 - EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care ; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed And bade it blossom there.
Page 382 - And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, And never eateth with pleasure. They shall lie down alike in the dust, And the worms shall cover them.
Page 42 - The parliament of England setting upon a general reformation both of church and state, the Earl of Strafford being beheaded, and the archbishop (our great enemy) and many others of the great officers and judges, bishops and others, imprisoned and called to account, this called all men to stay in England in expectation of a new world, so as few coming to us, all foreign commodities grew scarce, and our own of no price.
Page 340 - Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave ; He gives, and, blessed be his name ! He takes but what he gave.
Page 116 - From his feet to his head the farmer stood in vestment produced in his own farm. The leather of his shoes came from the hides of his own cattle; the linen and woolen that he wore were products that he raised. The farmer's wife or daughter braided and sewed the straw hat on his head. His fur cap was made from the skin of a fox he shot. The feathers of wild fowl...

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