The Carthusian, Выпуск 1S. Walker, 1837 |
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... feeling are bound to lend a helping hand to their pastime , will every now and then supply an additional paper to the tail of their soaring aspirations , and contribute their due proportion of that currency , which the Conductors ...
... feeling are bound to lend a helping hand to their pastime , will every now and then supply an additional paper to the tail of their soaring aspirations , and contribute their due proportion of that currency , which the Conductors ...
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... FEELINGS OF THE DEEPEST RESPECT AND ESTEEM , INSCRIBED BY HIS GRATEFUL PUPILS THE CARTHUSIANS . In thus dedicating their first essay , the Editors and Con- tributors to the Carthusian feel that some explanation may be required for ...
... FEELINGS OF THE DEEPEST RESPECT AND ESTEEM , INSCRIBED BY HIS GRATEFUL PUPILS THE CARTHUSIANS . In thus dedicating their first essay , the Editors and Con- tributors to the Carthusian feel that some explanation may be required for ...
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... feeling among her sons as that we used to be proud of when I left her fostering care . ' " I trust , " replied the Schoolmaster , " that from Cru- sius downwards , the golden chain " - ( here the Assistant smiled at some abstruse Greek ...
... feeling among her sons as that we used to be proud of when I left her fostering care . ' " I trust , " replied the Schoolmaster , " that from Cru- sius downwards , the golden chain " - ( here the Assistant smiled at some abstruse Greek ...
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... feelings , he gave himself up to the luxurious debauchery to which his own nature and his newly - adopted country both in- vited him . The presence of the youth being in some measure an obstacle to the father's courses , he deemed it ...
... feelings , he gave himself up to the luxurious debauchery to which his own nature and his newly - adopted country both in- vited him . The presence of the youth being in some measure an obstacle to the father's courses , he deemed it ...
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... feelings of regret with which the shipwrecked mariner eyes the remnant of the prizes which , from the narrow- ness of his raft , he must needs abandon . " At length we found ourselves seated on the coach . Hawkhurst , whose buckskins ...
... feelings of regret with which the shipwrecked mariner eyes the remnant of the prizes which , from the narrow- ness of his raft , he must needs abandon . " At length we found ourselves seated on the coach . Hawkhurst , whose buckskins ...
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Стр. 263 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Стр. 424 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Стр. 252 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate : Death lays his icy hand on Kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 463 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo...
Стр. 480 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree : and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Стр. 416 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still-expected rhymes. Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze...
Стр. 413 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Стр. 251 - True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Стр. 252 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Стр. 420 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.