The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., Bind 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1826 |
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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. 24 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. 24 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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