William McCoy and His Descendants: A Genealogical History of the Family of William McCoy, One of the Scotch Families Coming to America Before the Revolutionary War, who Died in Kentucky about the Year 1818. Also a History of the Family of Alexander McCoy, a Scotchman who Served Through the Revolutionary War, and Died in Ohio in the Year 1829
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الصفحة 187 - ... if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet ; — then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging back upon thy memory, and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
الصفحة 186 - ... who would root out such a sorrow from the heart ! Though it may sometimes throw a passing cloud over the bright hour of gaiety, or spread a deeper sadness over the hour of gloom, yet who would exchange it, even for the song of pleasure or the burst of revelry ? No ; there is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song ; there is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living.
الصفحة 185 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights ; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection ; when the sudden anguish and the convulsive agony over the present ruins of all that we most loved, is softened away into pensive meditation on all that it was in the days of its loveliness — who would root out such a sorrow from the heart?
الصفحة 186 - But the grave of those we loved, what a place for meditation! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy. There it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene.
الصفحة 14 - Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves ; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves.
الصفحة 186 - ... tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene ; the bed of death, with all its stifled griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful +assiduities ! the last testimonies of expiring love ! the feeble, fluttering, thrilling, — oh ! how thrilling ! — -pressure of the hand!
الصفحة 186 - ... before him? But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness, of the parting scene.
الصفحة 186 - It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
الصفحة 187 - ... then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action will come thronging back upon thy memory and knocking dolefully at thy soul : then be sure that thou wilt lie down sorrowing and repentant on the grave, and utter the unheard groan and pour the unavailing tear, more deep, more bitter because unheard and unavailing. Then weave thy chaplet of flowers and strew the beauties of Nature about the grave ; console thy broken spirit, if thou canst, with these tender yet...