Oxoniana, a didactic poem on the late improved mode of study and examination in the University of Oxford, by a Cambridge Master of Arts [E.M. Ward]. |
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Oxoniana, a Didactic Poem on the Late Improved Mode of Study and Examination ... Edward Michael Ward Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Pagina 54 - But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad.
Pagina 29 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random, without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
Pagina 90 - tis hardly understood Which way my death can do them good, Yet thus, methinks, I hear them speak : " See, how the Dean begins to break ! Poor gentleman, he droops apace ! You plainly find it in his face, That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him till he's dead.
Pagina 75 - tis being flay'd alive. Call'd to the temple of impure delight, He that abstains, and he alone, does right. If a wish wander that way, call it home ; He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam. But, if you pass the threshold, you are caught ; Die then, if power Almighty save you not.
Pagina 90 - See how the Dean begins to break! Poor gentleman, he droops apace! You plainly find it in his face. That old vertigo in his head Will never leave him, till he's dead. Besides, his memory decays: He recollects not what he says; He cannot call his friends to mind; Forgets the place where last he dined; Plies you with stories o'er and o'er; He told them fifty times before.
Pagina 59 - O warm, enthusiastic maid, Without thy powerful, vital aid, That breathes an energy divine, That gives a soul to every line, Ne'er may I strive with lips profane To utter an unhallow'd strain, Nor dare to touch the sacred string, Save when with smiles thou bid'st me sing.
Pagina xi - ... to study and love learning for itself, not for lucre, or any other end but the service of God and of truth, and perhaps that lasting fame and perpetuity of praise which God and good men have consented shall be the reward of those whose published labours advance the good of mankind...
Pagina xi - If therefore ye be loath to dishearten utterly and discontent, not the mercenary crew of false pretenders to learning, but the free and ingenuous sort of such as evidently were born to study and love learning for itself, not for lucre or any other end but the service of God and of truth...
Pagina 82 - And hence one master passion in the breast. Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath Receives the lurking principle of death; The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength; So, cast and mingled with his very frame.
Pagina 1 - YE fretted pinnacles, ye fanes sublime, Ye towers that wear the mossy vest of time ; Ye massy piles of old munificence, At once the pride of learning and defence; Ye cloisters pale, that...