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... Fuseli , Esq . M. A. R.A. 10. The Reverend Abraham Rees , D.D. 11. Lord Carlisle 12. Alexander Tilloch , LL . D. 13. Mrs. Franklin 14. William Owen , Esq . R. A. 15. Sir Thomas Bertie 16. Lord Donoughmore - II . A General Biographical ...
... Fuseli , Esq . M. A. R.A. 10. The Reverend Abraham Rees , D.D. 11. Lord Carlisle 12. Alexander Tilloch , LL . D. 13. Mrs. Franklin 14. William Owen , Esq . R. A. 15. Sir Thomas Bertie 16. Lord Donoughmore - II . A General Biographical ...
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... Somerset , was possessed by his family since the reign of Henry the Eighth , by the marriage of his ancestor , Sir Edward Waldegrave . ing to disseminate in this country doctrines subversive of all LORD RADSTOCK . 9 Henry Fuseli, Esq M A R.
... Somerset , was possessed by his family since the reign of Henry the Eighth , by the marriage of his ancestor , Sir Edward Waldegrave . ing to disseminate in this country doctrines subversive of all LORD RADSTOCK . 9 Henry Fuseli, Esq M A R.
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... the fore- going memoir , which is , however , principally compiled from the Imperial , Gentleman's , and Monthly Magazines , and the Berkshire Chronicle . 232 No. IX . HENRY FUSELI , Esq . M. BISHOP OF SALISBURY . 231.
... the fore- going memoir , which is , however , principally compiled from the Imperial , Gentleman's , and Monthly Magazines , and the Berkshire Chronicle . 232 No. IX . HENRY FUSELI , Esq . M. BISHOP OF SALISBURY . 231.
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232 No. IX . HENRY FUSELI , Esq . M. A. R. A. PROFESSOR OF PAINTING , AND KEEPER IN THE ROYAL ACADEMY OF LONDON ; MEMBER OF THE FIRST CLASS OF THE ACADEMY OF ST . LUKE , AT ROME , & c . & c . A FORMER biographer of this highly - gifted ...
232 No. IX . HENRY FUSELI , Esq . M. A. R. A. PROFESSOR OF PAINTING , AND KEEPER IN THE ROYAL ACADEMY OF LONDON ; MEMBER OF THE FIRST CLASS OF THE ACADEMY OF ST . LUKE , AT ROME , & c . & c . A FORMER biographer of this highly - gifted ...
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... Fuseli was an artist of Zurich , - John Gaspard Fuessli ( for Fuessli was the family name ) ; who , after acquiring the elements of painting in his own country , went at an early age to Vienna , and thence to Rastadt , on the invitation ...
... Fuseli was an artist of Zurich , - John Gaspard Fuessli ( for Fuessli was the family name ) ; who , after acquiring the elements of painting in his own country , went at an early age to Vienna , and thence to Rastadt , on the invitation ...
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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...
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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.