The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., Band 95 |
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482 ) will find the date of the death of " Alithea , youngest daughter and co - heiress of Gilbert 7th Earl of Shrewsbury , and widow of Thomas Howard Earl of Arundel , " given in the pedigree of Howard , Duke of Norfolk , in Mr.
482 ) will find the date of the death of " Alithea , youngest daughter and co - heiress of Gilbert 7th Earl of Shrewsbury , and widow of Thomas Howard Earl of Arundel , " given in the pedigree of Howard , Duke of Norfolk , in Mr.
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7 untimely and ignominious death ! But if a spark yet remains which can be fed during the discipline of temporary privations , and the separation from bad companions , until it lights up in his mind a conviction of the sense of shame of ...
7 untimely and ignominious death ! But if a spark yet remains which can be fed during the discipline of temporary privations , and the separation from bad companions , until it lights up in his mind a conviction of the sense of shame of ...
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His death is placed by Godwin and Weaver ( but erroneously ) Nov. 1 . Their lives and noble actions are recorded by Dugdale ; see Baronage , i . 709 . See Dugd . Bar . i . 712 . § Id . 723 . Walsingham Priory is situated in the Hundred ...
His death is placed by Godwin and Weaver ( but erroneously ) Nov. 1 . Their lives and noble actions are recorded by Dugdale ; see Baronage , i . 709 . See Dugd . Bar . i . 712 . § Id . 723 . Walsingham Priory is situated in the Hundred ...
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... the curious pictures for many years preserved in the ancient sea tof the Scudamores , at Home Lacy , Herefordshire , now in the possession of very distant branches of the family . Since 1825 ] Since the death of the late Charles Duke.
... the curious pictures for many years preserved in the ancient sea tof the Scudamores , at Home Lacy , Herefordshire , now in the possession of very distant branches of the family . Since 1825 ] Since the death of the late Charles Duke.
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As Dr. Corbet was elected Bishop of Oxford in July 1629 , and we find him only addressed as Dean of Christchurch in the letter prefixed to these tributes to the memory of his wife , her death must have happened previous to that election ...
As Dr. Corbet was elected Bishop of Oxford in July 1629 , and we find him only addressed as Dean of Christchurch in the letter prefixed to these tributes to the memory of his wife , her death must have happened previous to that election ...
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Seite 327 - 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.
Seite 327 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 388 - And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so. And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called He Seas; and God saw that it was good.
Seite 413 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 388 - And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth, and to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness; and God saw that it was good. And the evening and the morning were the fourth day.
Seite 327 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. 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.
Seite 236 - Lord! what can I do? I am spent: people will not obey me. I have been pulling down houses ; but the fire overtakes us faster than we can do it.
Seite 438 - I bear them) so without measure mis-ordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr. Elmer; who teacheth me so gently, so pleasantly, with such fair allurements to learning, that I think all the time nothing whiles I am with him.
Seite 237 - ... goods, and prepare for their removal ; and did by moonshine, it being brave, dry, and moonshine and warm weather, carry much of my goods into the garden ; and Mr. Hater and I did remove my money and iron chests into my cellar, as thinking that the safest place. And got my bags of gold into my office, ready to carry away, and my chief papers of accounts also there, and my tallies into a box by themselves.
Seite 446 - Twixt book and lute the hours divide, And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own fireside. " My own fireside ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy my eyes. What is there my wild heart can prize, That doth not in thy sphere abide ; Haunt of my home-bred sympathies, My own — my own fireside.