The Etonian, Том 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... late years at Eton , is upheld in repute and interest . FREDERICK GOLIGHTLY would require a pen dipped in all the co- lours of the rainbow , to do justice to the ever - varying shades of dis- position by which his conduct is actuated ...
... late years at Eton , is upheld in repute and interest . FREDERICK GOLIGHTLY would require a pen dipped in all the co- lours of the rainbow , to do justice to the ever - varying shades of dis- position by which his conduct is actuated ...
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... late years . In this sanetum sanctorum he pores over his fa- vourite authors with spectacles on sapient nose , ' taking no notice of his candle ( though , with its im- mense snuff , it only renders dark- ness visible ) till it has ...
... late years . In this sanetum sanctorum he pores over his fa- vourite authors with spectacles on sapient nose , ' taking no notice of his candle ( though , with its im- mense snuff , it only renders dark- ness visible ) till it has ...
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... late Sir Marmaduke ) was a long time debating with himself at which seminary the future hopes of the family should be placed . At first he was afraid that Eton was si- tuated too near the atmosphere of 1 These are the leading members ...
... late Sir Marmaduke ) was a long time debating with himself at which seminary the future hopes of the family should be placed . At first he was afraid that Eton was si- tuated too near the atmosphere of 1 These are the leading members ...
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... late with Hope and Fancy warm ; That pallid brow - that eye of jet , Where lustre seem'd to linger yet ; Where sparkled through an auburn tress The last dim light of loveliness , Whose trembling ray was only seen , To bid us sigh for ...
... late with Hope and Fancy warm ; That pallid brow - that eye of jet , Where lustre seem'd to linger yet ; Where sparkled through an auburn tress The last dim light of loveliness , Whose trembling ray was only seen , To bid us sigh for ...
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... late years very much decayed . Since these arts contribute so much to the well- being and satisfaction of our Etonian witlings - since the younger part of our community could hardly exist if they were denied the pleasure of affixing a ...
... late years very much decayed . Since these arts contribute so much to the well- being and satisfaction of our Etonian witlings - since the younger part of our community could hardly exist if they were denied the pleasure of affixing a ...
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acquaintance admiration amusement appearance Asyndeton Bathos beautiful Blanc bright character Courtenay cried dear delight dream dress Elfrida endeavour Eton Etonian expression fair fancy father favour favourite fear feel genius gentleman Gerard Montgomery give Godiva Golightly hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart honour hope Kennet-hold King of Clubs laugh Leofwyn Lionel look Lord Lord Byron Lord Ruthven Lothaire lov'd lover Lozell manner Marriage Martin Sterling Meeting Members mind Monxton Musgrave nature Nesbit never nickname night Number O'CONNOR o'er Oakley object observed opinion passion perceived Peregrine person pleasure Poems Poet Poetry present Quadrille racter readers Reginald d'Arennes replied RICHARD HODGSON Rowley Saxon scene schoolfellows seemed silent smile sorrow soul spirit sure sweet talents taste thee thine thing thought tion turned voice Wentworth Whig William Rowley words Wordsworth young youth
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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?