Tim Green aka atoach:
Heaven or Hell will shortly be your place
Tim Green aka atoach:
O cruel death that would not be denied
Tim Green aka atoach:
Sleep lovely friend until thy lot be mine
Tim Green aka atoach:
God knows how soon thou in the Grave must lie
Tim Green aka atoach:
And why my friends these melting tears
Tim Green aka atoach:
Think Reader, think how much depends on life's uncertain days
Tim Green aka atoach:
She was a flower too tender, sweet and fair
Tim Green aka atoach:
Oh! Let my sudden doom a warning be to all
Tim Green aka atoach:
Cropt like a rose that's newly blown
Tim Green aka atoach:
Lust to its narrow house beneath
Tim Green aka atoach:
Grave of Benjamin Rushton
Tim Green aka atoach:
Tread lightly o'er this grave
Tim Green aka atoach:
We loved him much, no tongue can tell
Tim Green aka atoach:
The Coffins' Grave
Tim Green aka atoach:
A fall of Stones did Stop my vital Breath
Tim Green aka atoach:
To Day of Health and ftrength we boaft
Tim Green aka atoach:
Oh see how soon the flowers of Life decay
Tim Green aka atoach:
A faithful partner rests in silence here
Tim Green aka atoach:
What solemn sorrow muft we Now Devise
Tim Green aka atoach:
His Strength much resembled the Firmnefs of Oak
Tim Green aka atoach:
Cold, cold lies the clay on his mouldering head
Tim Green aka atoach:
No verse of praise write on my Tomb
Tim Green aka atoach:
all you young people that pas by...
Tim Green aka atoach:
A helpless worm that trusts in thee
Tim Green aka atoach:
This languishing head is at rest
Tim Green aka atoach:
See smiling patience smooth his brow
Tim Green aka atoach:
A tender mother and a virtuous wife
Tim Green aka atoach:
Keep the souls whom now we leave
Tim Green aka atoach:
Short was their life on earth to be
Tim Green aka atoach:
Is life a boon?
