The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., Том 10Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1826 |
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... opinion of the world , he has too much respect even for the publication in which those strictures appeared , to be wholly silent ; although he will endeavour to comprize what he has to say in a very small compass . In the first place ...
... opinion of the world , he has too much respect even for the publication in which those strictures appeared , to be wholly silent ; although he will endeavour to comprize what he has to say in a very small compass . In the first place ...
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... opinion , it was menaced by the growing influence of the advocates of the Catholics . His strong and never shaken sentiments on this point , led him to seek and cultivate the acquaintance of Dr. Bell ; and , convinced that early ...
... opinion , it was menaced by the growing influence of the advocates of the Catholics . His strong and never shaken sentiments on this point , led him to seek and cultivate the acquaintance of Dr. Bell ; and , convinced that early ...
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... opinion that the best public education cannot at that period be equally serviceable with . I had almost said an indifferent private one . - " My next reason is , that I am not at all qualified for the task . I have seen a good deal of ...
... opinion that the best public education cannot at that period be equally serviceable with . I had almost said an indifferent private one . - " My next reason is , that I am not at all qualified for the task . I have seen a good deal of ...
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... opinion of those about me , I might stand as fair a chance as others for dignities and preferment . ' And why can you not ? What hinders you from discarding this trouble- some scrupulosity of yours which stands so grievously in your way ...
... opinion of those about me , I might stand as fair a chance as others for dignities and preferment . ' And why can you not ? What hinders you from discarding this trouble- some scrupulosity of yours which stands so grievously in your way ...
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... opinion of the world , and fulfils every duty with mathemati- cal exactness , you must not expect that man to be greatly influenced by the weakness of pity , or the partialities of friendship : you must not be offended that he does not ...
... opinion of the world , and fulfils every duty with mathemati- cal exactness , you must not expect that man to be greatly influenced by the weakness of pity , or the partialities of friendship : you must not be offended that he does not ...
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Сторінка 262 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...