The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., Volume 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1826 |
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... eminent and excellent persons , of whom it would have been very satisfactory to the Editor , had he been enabled to insert full biographical notices in the body of the work ; but all application for materials to the near connections of ...
... eminent and excellent persons , of whom it would have been very satisfactory to the Editor , had he been enabled to insert full biographical notices in the body of the work ; but all application for materials to the near connections of ...
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... eminence for piety , judgment , and erudi- tion . Dr. Tomline , the present Bishop of Winchester , in his Elements of Christian Theology , called it " a very interesting work , penned with great judgment , and which he recommends to all ...
... eminence for piety , judgment , and erudi- tion . Dr. Tomline , the present Bishop of Winchester , in his Elements of Christian Theology , called it " a very interesting work , penned with great judgment , and which he recommends to all ...
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... eminent both in science and in literature : with several of these , and especially with Dr. Priestley and Dr. Enfield and their families , she formed sincere and lasting friendships . elder and more accomplished among the students ...
... eminent both in science and in literature : with several of these , and especially with Dr. Priestley and Dr. Enfield and their families , she formed sincere and lasting friendships . elder and more accomplished among the students ...
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... believe that General Wolfe was related to the subject of this memoir , whose family , however , has certainly to boast of the late eminent and much- lamented judge , Lord Kilwarden . Charles Wolfe was the youngest son of Theobald Wolfe ,
... believe that General Wolfe was related to the subject of this memoir , whose family , however , has certainly to boast of the late eminent and much- lamented judge , Lord Kilwarden . Charles Wolfe was the youngest son of Theobald Wolfe ,
Pagina 82
... eminence in any pursuit . " But his character was soon to experience a total change from the admission of a new principle into his nature . " Happening to become acquainted with an interesting and highly respect- able family , who ...
... eminence in any pursuit . " But his character was soon to experience a total change from the admission of a new principle into his nature . " Happening to become acquainted with an interesting and highly respect- able family , who ...
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Pagina 262 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Pagina 96 - And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary, thou art dead! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been.
Pagina 95 - It never through my mind had past The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more ! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...
Pagina 78 - 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 95 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more ! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain ! But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead...
Pagina 77 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 316 - Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine: Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sire some wrong...
Pagina 77 - 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 77 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Pagina 96 - Sweet Mary, thou art dead! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been. While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own; But there I lay thee in thy grave, — And I am now alone! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart In thinking, too, of thee: Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could...