The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
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Pagina 20
... of a private school , perhaps he may have to put off , rather than add to , habits of constantly measuring himself with his class - fellows , and doing his duty not simply but relatively . I believe there will 20 ETON BUREAU .
... of a private school , perhaps he may have to put off , rather than add to , habits of constantly measuring himself with his class - fellows , and doing his duty not simply but relatively . I believe there will 20 ETON BUREAU .
Pagina 21
duty not simply but relatively . I believe there will be found very few of those gifted with the necessary qualifications , who do not learn in this way to look upon diligence and obedience as inferior in abstract value to ...
duty not simply but relatively . I believe there will be found very few of those gifted with the necessary qualifications , who do not learn in this way to look upon diligence and obedience as inferior in abstract value to ...
Pagina 23
... believe me that I have found this emulation of ours as a motive , insufficient and unstable ; as a guide , purblind and wayward ; as a staff to support me , untrustworthy ; but as a rod to chasten me , most irritating and venomous . I ...
... believe me that I have found this emulation of ours as a motive , insufficient and unstable ; as a guide , purblind and wayward ; as a staff to support me , untrustworthy ; but as a rod to chasten me , most irritating and venomous . I ...
Pagina 49
... Believe me I fear not what Pelham can do ; and you shall soon receive me back unharmed and absolved from dishonourable charge . And for you , sir , " turning proudly to the mes- senger , " I will follow you forthwith , in obedience to ...
... Believe me I fear not what Pelham can do ; and you shall soon receive me back unharmed and absolved from dishonourable charge . And for you , sir , " turning proudly to the mes- senger , " I will follow you forthwith , in obedience to ...
Pagina 50
... Believe me , the day which dawns through these wretched gratings shall have no night throughout eternity ; and its lustre shall as far exceed the happiness of life on earth , as the glad beams of the sun put to shame that expiring lamp ...
... Believe me , the day which dawns through these wretched gratings shall have no night throughout eternity ; and its lustre shall as far exceed the happiness of life on earth , as the glad beams of the sun put to shame that expiring lamp ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 183 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Pagina 119 - See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea : What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me...
Pagina 185 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Pagina 184 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pagina 170 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
Pagina 170 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Pagina 179 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep, where Fame's proud temple shines afar? Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war? Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown ! And yet, the languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all.
Pagina 227 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 174 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Pagina 188 - Wise men have said are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys, And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.