The Carthusian, Issue 1S. Walker, 1837 |
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... less of Charterhouse . Fol- lowing a soldier's fortune in the East , to an age which few when they have attained there , have afterwards cared to return to their native land , I knew nothing of my old school , save the occasional ...
... less of Charterhouse . Fol- lowing a soldier's fortune in the East , to an age which few when they have attained there , have afterwards cared to return to their native land , I knew nothing of my old school , save the occasional ...
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... less wonderful , are yet not wholly unworthy of the Thousand and One , and the ear of the great Caliph Haroun Al Rashid ; but in your own house I must look to one of you to begin . " Many were the compliments , and great the modesty of ...
... less wonderful , are yet not wholly unworthy of the Thousand and One , and the ear of the great Caliph Haroun Al Rashid ; but in your own house I must look to one of you to begin . " Many were the compliments , and great the modesty of ...
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... less creditable excesses had driven him , when his boy was hardly ten years old , to an un- settled life on the Continent ; he lost his wife at Venice within a year of his departure from England , and 20 THE CARTHUSIAN .
... less creditable excesses had driven him , when his boy was hardly ten years old , to an un- settled life on the Continent ; he lost his wife at Venice within a year of his departure from England , and 20 THE CARTHUSIAN .
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... or oni was applied to him , and he forced to laugh at the wit : come not within the compass of my narrative . He passed the ordeal with less good humour than it was his interest to have shown , and secretly determined to 22 THE CARTHUSIAN .
... or oni was applied to him , and he forced to laugh at the wit : come not within the compass of my narrative . He passed the ordeal with less good humour than it was his interest to have shown , and secretly determined to 22 THE CARTHUSIAN .
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... less than no time , and Minerva's stores seemed to stand a good chance of being reduced to shreds from the eagerness with which every one endeavoured to seize upon what- ever among them happened to strike his fancy . Of course Jupiter ...
... less than no time , and Minerva's stores seemed to stand a good chance of being reduced to shreds from the eagerness with which every one endeavoured to seize upon what- ever among them happened to strike his fancy . Of course Jupiter ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.