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The | The following Epitaph was written by the late Bishop Lowth in the memory of his daughter | ||
Epitaph | Epitaph | ||
In the church of Cuddesdon Oxfordshire | In the church of Cuddesdon Oxfordshire | ||
--- | --- | ||
[ | [?]ara, vale ingenio prastono, pietate, pudore, | ||
Et | Et plusquam nata nomine cara, vale! | ||
[ | [?]ra Maria Vale! at venict felicius avum | ||
Quando iterum tecum, sim mododignus, ero. | |||
[ | [?]a redi, -- lætatum diean voce, "paternos | ||
" | "Eja age in ama lexus, cara Maria, redi! | ||
Translated by I. | Translated by I. Duncom, M. A. | ||
Dearer than daughter, parrelled by few | |||
in genius, goodness, modesty - Adieue! | in genius, goodness, modesty - Adieue! | ||
Adieu Maria - till that day more | Adieu Maria - till that day more blest | ||
When | When - If deserving - I with thee shall rest! | ||
Come then, thy | Come then, thy Sire will cry, in joyful strain, | ||
Gone to they paternal arms again | Gone to they paternal arms again | ||
Latest revision as of 06:48, 20 July 2017
[Upper right hand corner: 101] The following Epitaph was written by the late Bishop Lowth in the memory of his daughter Epitaph In the church of Cuddesdon Oxfordshire --- [?]ara, vale ingenio prastono, pietate, pudore, Et plusquam nata nomine cara, vale! [?]ra Maria Vale! at venict felicius avum Quando iterum tecum, sim mododignus, ero. [?]a redi, -- lætatum diean voce, "paternos "Eja age in ama lexus, cara Maria, redi!
Translated by I. Duncom, M. A. Dearer than daughter, parrelled by few in genius, goodness, modesty - Adieue! Adieu Maria - till that day more blest When - If deserving - I with thee shall rest! Come then, thy Sire will cry, in joyful strain, Gone to they paternal arms again