The Etonian, Том 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... hours , were sometimes excited by the still small voice of conscience , and parental correspondence ; for Fre- derick had a good heart , naturally open to conviction , but one in which , unfortunately , momentary impressions were soon ...
... hours , were sometimes excited by the still small voice of conscience , and parental correspondence ; for Fre- derick had a good heart , naturally open to conviction , but one in which , unfortunately , momentary impressions were soon ...
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... hours usually dedicated to repose in his arm chair . One would naturally sup- pose that his exercises would be imbued with a strong tinge of his pursuits . However light or sportive the subject may be that is pro- posed for his theme ...
... hours usually dedicated to repose in his arm chair . One would naturally sup- pose that his exercises would be imbued with a strong tinge of his pursuits . However light or sportive the subject may be that is pro- posed for his theme ...
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... hours which the prosecution of this de- sign would occupy , need not in- terfere in the slightest degree with those studies , which ought , of course , to be our primary con- sideration ; and that the advan- tages to be derived from the ...
... hours which the prosecution of this de- sign would occupy , need not in- terfere in the slightest degree with those studies , which ought , of course , to be our primary con- sideration ; and that the advan- tages to be derived from the ...
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... hour , And bade him seek , in steel and lead , An opium for a rambling head . A cannon ball will prove a pill To lull what nothing else can still ; And I , that prophecy his doom , Will give him all I can -- a tomb , And - o'er a pint ...
... hour , And bade him seek , in steel and lead , An opium for a rambling head . A cannon ball will prove a pill To lull what nothing else can still ; And I , that prophecy his doom , Will give him all I can -- a tomb , And - o'er a pint ...
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... born ; in scenes like this He past his earliest hours of bliss : Cradled in war , the fearless child Look'd on the scene of blood , and smil'd ; Toy'd with the sabre of the Blues , Long ere No. 1.1 39 The Eve of Battle .
... born ; in scenes like this He past his earliest hours of bliss : Cradled in war , the fearless child Look'd on the scene of blood , and smil'd ; Toy'd with the sabre of the Blues , Long ere No. 1.1 39 The Eve of Battle .
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Стр. 103 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 313 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 312 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside — Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red.
Стр. 222 - O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For...
Стр. 338 - On the stage we see nothing but corporal infirmities and weakness, the impotence of rage; while we read it, we see not Lear, but we are Lear - we are in his mind, we are sustained by a grandeur which baffles the malice of daughters and storms...
Стр. 314 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that, for ten long years, he wooed The lady of the land.
Стр. 225 - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him 50 Is in its infancy.
Стр. 338 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flush'd her spirit. I know not by what name beside I shall it call : — if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit.
Стр. 313 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Стр. 338 - When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning?