The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., Bind 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1826 |
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... seemed sunk and pale , and there was a bewildered air over his countenance , as if he was incapable of compre- hending whether all around him was real . This was soon understood , when Waller was distinguished , with a suppressed ...
... seemed sunk and pale , and there was a bewildered air over his countenance , as if he was incapable of compre- hending whether all around him was real . This was soon understood , when Waller was distinguished , with a suppressed ...
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... seemed little qualified , from his uncommon simplicity of mind and ignorance of the world . He was certainly very agreeable in manner , and possessed of a very high intellect ; but he never employed his mental powers in judging of men ...
... seemed little qualified , from his uncommon simplicity of mind and ignorance of the world . He was certainly very agreeable in manner , and possessed of a very high intellect ; but he never employed his mental powers in judging of men ...
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... seemed to enliven , and sublimate his devotion to the highest pitch . He understood and felt all the poetry of music , and was particularly felicitous in catching the spirit and character of a simple air or a national melody . " Of this ...
... seemed to enliven , and sublimate his devotion to the highest pitch . He understood and felt all the poetry of music , and was particularly felicitous in catching the spirit and character of a simple air or a national melody . " Of this ...
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... seemed almost unconscious , often excited the apprehensions of his friends , and at length , in the spring of 1821 , the complaint , of which it seemed the forerunner , began to make manifest inroads upon his constitution . No arguments ...
... seemed almost unconscious , often excited the apprehensions of his friends , and at length , in the spring of 1821 , the complaint , of which it seemed the forerunner , began to make manifest inroads upon his constitution . No arguments ...
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... seemed now in full possession of the whole concern , entertaining him merely as a lodger , and usurping the entire disposal of his small plot of ground , as the absolute lords of the soil . " After he left this comfortless home , he ...
... seemed now in full possession of the whole concern , entertaining him merely as a lodger , and usurping the entire disposal of his small plot of ground , as the absolute lords of the soil . " After he left this comfortless home , he ...
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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...