The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
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Pagina 9
... thought ! What think ye ? " turning to the others . " Why , " said George Roidon , " that I will e'en give up my turret chamber for it ; such sport likes me well . " And such indeed was the general opinion ; the three gentlemen ...
... thought ! What think ye ? " turning to the others . " Why , " said George Roidon , " that I will e'en give up my turret chamber for it ; such sport likes me well . " And such indeed was the general opinion ; the three gentlemen ...
Pagina 22
... thoughts , about his antagonists , his superiors , and himself , very alien from that single - hearted dutifulness which wise men take as the lantern for their feet ? And what if these thoughts are not subdued , before they find ...
... thoughts , about his antagonists , his superiors , and himself , very alien from that single - hearted dutifulness which wise men take as the lantern for their feet ? And what if these thoughts are not subdued , before they find ...
Pagina 42
... thought it right to consult . Oft was repeated in our ears the sage remark , that boys ought not to publish . " It will foster vanity and self - importance in the young mind , " said one philosopher ; " it is an affectation of the ...
... thought it right to consult . Oft was repeated in our ears the sage remark , that boys ought not to publish . " It will foster vanity and self - importance in the young mind , " said one philosopher ; " it is an affectation of the ...
Pagina 57
... thought it better on the whole to remain in cog . In the afternoon we went to the terrace - you should see the terrace - much as I've mixed in the world , I never saw the like of it , never . And then every thing was so select and ho ...
... thought it better on the whole to remain in cog . In the afternoon we went to the terrace - you should see the terrace - much as I've mixed in the world , I never saw the like of it , never . And then every thing was so select and ho ...
Pagina 61
... thoughts that in despite Creep back and multiply , I strive to lose Within the mystic labyrinth of night This clinging wakefulness , and break the clues That lead me back to dull intelligence , And evermore that strange pathetic sound ...
... thoughts that in despite Creep back and multiply , I strive to lose Within the mystic labyrinth of night This clinging wakefulness , and break the clues That lead me back to dull intelligence , And evermore that strange pathetic sound ...
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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.