The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., Bind 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1826 |
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... clergyman who actually died in the pulpit , in the discharge of his sacred functions . Principally through Lord Radstock's zeal , the widow obtained no less a sum in LORD RADSTOCK . 11 The Reverend Abraham Rees, D D Lord Carlisle.
... clergyman who actually died in the pulpit , in the discharge of his sacred functions . Principally through Lord Radstock's zeal , the widow obtained no less a sum in LORD RADSTOCK . 11 The Reverend Abraham Rees, D D Lord Carlisle.
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zeal , the widow obtained no less a sum in various contributions than 6000l .; and her children were all provided for . Lord Radstock had great taste in the fine arts , and his love of pictures became an irresistible passion . Even when ...
zeal , the widow obtained no less a sum in various contributions than 6000l .; and her children were all provided for . Lord Radstock had great taste in the fine arts , and his love of pictures became an irresistible passion . Even when ...
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giving the same arguments in a different and probably a less attractive form . " * Notwithstanding the general merit of the work , on its first appearance Mr. Kett was assailed by a host of critics , great and small ; and it was ...
giving the same arguments in a different and probably a less attractive form . " * Notwithstanding the general merit of the work , on its first appearance Mr. Kett was assailed by a host of critics , great and small ; and it was ...
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... less by congeniality of feeling and talent , than by consanguinity and intimate knowledge of the subject , to be the biographer of her ve- nerable and beloved relation . " Anna Lætitia Barbauld , a name long dear to the admirers of ...
... less by congeniality of feeling and talent , than by consanguinity and intimate knowledge of the subject , to be the biographer of her ve- nerable and beloved relation . " Anna Lætitia Barbauld , a name long dear to the admirers of ...
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... less with other duties . I should have little hopes of cultivating a love of knowledge in a young lady of fifteen , who came to me ignorant and un- taught ; and if she has laid a foundation , she will be able to pursue her studies ...
... less with other duties . I should have little hopes of cultivating a love of knowledge in a young lady of fifteen , who came to me ignorant and un- taught ; and if she has laid a foundation , she will be able to pursue her studies ...
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acquainted admiration afterwards amiable appeared appointed Barbauld became Bishop British called Captain Catholic celebrated character church classical command conversation Coombe Abbey daugh daughter death dissenting distinguished duties Earl of Carlisle eminent England English excellent expression father favour feelings France Fuseli genius Gentleman's Magazine heart honour House House of Lords interesting Ireland Kett knowledge labour Lady late learned letter literary Lord Byron Lord Carlisle Lord Cornwallis Lord Donoughmore Lord Whitworth lordship Majesty Majesty's Malta manner memoir ment mind ministers nature never noble earl object observed occasion opinion parish Parliament Parr Parr's period person poem Porden possessed present principles published racter Radstock rank Rees rendered residence respect returned Royal Samuel Parr scholar sermon Shakspeare ship society soon spirit talents taste Thomas Bowdler Tilloch tion treaty of Amiens Vide visited volume Whitworth
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Side 262 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...