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... aged and excellence . the young - the serious and the gay- In estimating the merit of President the polished and the unrefined - the Dwight's acquisitions , it must not be child and the adult were alike edified forgotten , that bis ...
... aged and excellence . the young - the serious and the gay- In estimating the merit of President the polished and the unrefined - the Dwight's acquisitions , it must not be child and the adult were alike edified forgotten , that bis ...
Pagina 55
... aged 79 , John Paddey , Esq . whose mother . Lady Ann Paddey , was daughter of Charles , Duke of Cleves and Southampton , son of Charles 2d . The deceased was the last surviving descendant , in the third degree of King Charles , by the ...
... aged 79 , John Paddey , Esq . whose mother . Lady Ann Paddey , was daughter of Charles , Duke of Cleves and Southampton , son of Charles 2d . The deceased was the last surviving descendant , in the third degree of King Charles , by the ...
Pagina 59
... aged 34. At New - Market , Wentworth Cheswell , Esq . aged 74 Hanover , Mrs. Hannah Kinsman , aged 23 . MASSACHUSETTS . From the return of votes , in this State , the re - election of Gov. Brooks , by an in- creased majority of several ...
... aged 34. At New - Market , Wentworth Cheswell , Esq . aged 74 Hanover , Mrs. Hannah Kinsman , aged 23 . MASSACHUSETTS . From the return of votes , in this State , the re - election of Gov. Brooks , by an in- creased majority of several ...
Pagina 60
... aged 66. Mr. Horace Peck , 32. At Bristol , mrs . Sarah , wife of Maj . R. Warren , 31. Mrs. Hannah , relict of John ... aged 82. At Roxbury , Deborah Arm- strong , widow , aged 63. At New - Haven , Capt . Abraham Bradley , aged 76. At ...
... aged 66. Mr. Horace Peck , 32. At Bristol , mrs . Sarah , wife of Maj . R. Warren , 31. Mrs. Hannah , relict of John ... aged 82. At Roxbury , Deborah Arm- strong , widow , aged 63. At New - Haven , Capt . Abraham Bradley , aged 76. At ...
Pagina 62
... aged 64. John Van Sice , jr . aged 28. Elizabeth F. Post , daughter of Al- lison Post . Gardner Mead , aged 18 months . Mrs. Mary Ann , wife of mr . L. A. Stollen- werck , aged 29. Mrs. Charlotte Laune , wife of Stephen P. Laune , aged ...
... aged 64. John Van Sice , jr . aged 28. Elizabeth F. Post , daughter of Al- lison Post . Gardner Mead , aged 18 months . Mrs. Mary Ann , wife of mr . L. A. Stollen- werck , aged 29. Mrs. Charlotte Laune , wife of Stephen P. Laune , aged ...
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Pagina 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Pagina 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Pagina 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Pagina 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Pagina 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Pagina 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Pagina 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...