The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., Band 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1826 |
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... whose intimacy with the subjects of those memoirs qualified them , and whose courtesy induced them , to communicate much authentic and acceptable inform- ation . For the kind manner in which the last volume of PREFACE .
... whose intimacy with the subjects of those memoirs qualified them , and whose courtesy induced them , to communicate much authentic and acceptable inform- ation . For the kind manner in which the last volume of PREFACE .
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... kind , collected from every accessible quarter ; -- from the daily and weekly papers of the metropolis , from the provincial journals of England , Scotland , and Ireland , from colonial prints , from other monthly publications , from ...
... kind , collected from every accessible quarter ; -- from the daily and weekly papers of the metropolis , from the provincial journals of England , Scotland , and Ireland , from colonial prints , from other monthly publications , from ...
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... kind zeal in his favour . His lordship's death was occasioned by apoplexy ; and occurred at his house in Portland Place , on the 20th of August 1825. On the 26th his remains were interred in the vault adjoining the north wall of the ...
... kind zeal in his favour . His lordship's death was occasioned by apoplexy ; and occurred at his house in Portland Place , on the 20th of August 1825. On the 26th his remains were interred in the vault adjoining the north wall of the ...
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... kind . It is adapted , indeed , for readers of almost every description , though more pecu- liarly suited to young academics , by whom it is still held in deserved estimation . " In docti discant , et ament meminisse periti . " It went ...
... kind . It is adapted , indeed , for readers of almost every description , though more pecu- liarly suited to young academics , by whom it is still held in deserved estimation . " In docti discant , et ament meminisse periti . " It went ...
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It would be difficult , if not impossible , in a work of this kind , to do justice to the various merits of Mr. Kett . He had filled the important office of tutor of his college for more than twenty years , and had trained up many in ...
It would be difficult , if not impossible , in a work of this kind , to do justice to the various merits of Mr. Kett . He had filled the important office of tutor of his college for more than twenty years , and had trained up many in ...
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Seite 262 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...