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... Earl of Waldegrave , by Lady Elizabeth Gower , sister of Granville , first Marquis , and aunt of the present Marquis of Stafford . He was born the 9th of July , 1758. The profession of the navy was his own particular choice , and he was ...
... Earl of Waldegrave , by Lady Elizabeth Gower , sister of Granville , first Marquis , and aunt of the present Marquis of Stafford . He was born the 9th of July , 1758. The profession of the navy was his own particular choice , and he was ...
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... earl's younger son . He received the freedom of the City of London for his distinguished services , and on the 29th of December 1800 , previous to the Union , was created a peer of Ireland by the title of Baron Radstock . * His lordship ...
... earl's younger son . He received the freedom of the City of London for his distinguished services , and on the 29th of December 1800 , previous to the Union , was created a peer of Ireland by the title of Baron Radstock . * His lordship ...
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... Earls of Waldegrave , and other members of his noble and ancient family , are likewise buried . In 1785 , his lordship married at Smyrna , Cornelia - Jacoba , second daughter of David Van Lennep , Esq . chief of the Dutch factory at ...
... Earls of Waldegrave , and other members of his noble and ancient family , are likewise buried . In 1785 , his lordship married at Smyrna , Cornelia - Jacoba , second daughter of David Van Lennep , Esq . chief of the Dutch factory at ...
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... thinking too of thee ; Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before , As fancy never could have drawn And never can restore ! ” 97 No. V. THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES WHITWORTH , EARL 96 REV . CHARLES WOLFE .
... thinking too of thee ; Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before , As fancy never could have drawn And never can restore ! ” 97 No. V. THE RIGHT HONOURABLE CHARLES WHITWORTH , EARL 96 REV . CHARLES WOLFE .
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... earl , was a very able and celebrated statesman and negociator ; having been employed as ambas- sador and minister plenipotentiary to the several courts of Europe , from the reign of king William until the time of his death , which ...
... earl , was a very able and celebrated statesman and negociator ; having been employed as ambas- sador and minister plenipotentiary to the several courts of Europe , from the reign of king William until the time of his death , which ...
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Side 252 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 81 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Side 100 - 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.
Side 81 - 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!
Side 99 - 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...
Side 81 - 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...
Side 81 - 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.
Side 100 - 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...
Side 389 - Report of the Lords of the Committee of Council, appointed for the consideration of all matters relating to trade and foreign plantations...
Side 81 - 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.