The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., 第 10 巻Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1826 |
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... received from Sir John Jervis the following letter , in acknowledgment of the very essential services he had rendered : " Sir , Victory , in Lagos Bay , Feb. 16 , 1797 . " No language I am possessed of can convey the high sense I ...
... received from Sir John Jervis the following letter , in acknowledgment of the very essential services he had rendered : " Sir , Victory , in Lagos Bay , Feb. 16 , 1797 . " No language I am possessed of can convey the high sense I ...
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... received his education at the grammar - school in that city , under the Rev. Mr. Lemon . Although not a professed pupil to the celebrated Dr. Parr , for some time master of that school , he has been often heard to acknowledge his obliga ...
... received his education at the grammar - school in that city , under the Rev. Mr. Lemon . Although not a professed pupil to the celebrated Dr. Parr , for some time master of that school , he has been often heard to acknowledge his obliga ...
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... received a high degree of pleasure , although we have frequently found ourselves obliged to differ from the learned author in his construction of the sense of ecclesiastical history in his reasonings and deductions . 16 REV . HENRY KETT ...
... received a high degree of pleasure , although we have frequently found ourselves obliged to differ from the learned author in his construction of the sense of ecclesiastical history in his reasonings and deductions . 16 REV . HENRY KETT ...
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... received a few young gentlemen as his pupils , while Mrs. Barbauld gave daily in- structions to a young lady whose mother took up her residence at Hampstead for the benefit of this tuition : some years after , she accepted another pupil ...
... received a few young gentlemen as his pupils , while Mrs. Barbauld gave daily in- structions to a young lady whose mother took up her residence at Hampstead for the benefit of this tuition : some years after , she accepted another pupil ...
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... received , rendered him an excellent judge of all those works which appeal to the heart and the imagination . His feelings were equally quick and vivid ; his expressive countenance was the index of his mind , and of every instanta ...
... received , rendered him an excellent judge of all those works which appeal to the heart and the imagination . His feelings were equally quick and vivid ; his expressive countenance was the index of his mind , and of every instanta ...
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262 ページ - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
96 ページ - 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.
95 ページ - 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...
78 ページ - 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.
95 ページ - 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...
77 ページ - 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.
316 ページ - 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...
77 ページ - 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.
77 ページ - 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...
96 ページ - 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...