The Etonian, Volume 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... soul worthy the true offspring of Englishmen ; and although it is the cause of a good deal of squabbling between the champions of opposite parties , which are as regularly organized here as on the more extensive stage of the real world ...
... soul worthy the true offspring of Englishmen ; and although it is the cause of a good deal of squabbling between the champions of opposite parties , which are as regularly organized here as on the more extensive stage of the real world ...
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... soul ? He flies from the beef , and he flies from the bowl ; He flies in a fit from the row and the revel , He's written a book , -and it's gone to the Devil . N. B. Mr. P. O'Connor inquired whether the expression was derived from the ...
... soul ? He flies from the beef , and he flies from the bowl ; He flies in a fit from the row and the revel , He's written a book , -and it's gone to the Devil . N. B. Mr. P. O'Connor inquired whether the expression was derived from the ...
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... soul That ever lov'd the circling bowl ; I look upon his empty cup , And sudden tears uncall'd spring up ; Perchance , in this abode of pother , Kind Harry may not drain another . But still our Comrades at the Bell Of Harry's prowess ...
... soul That ever lov'd the circling bowl ; I look upon his empty cup , And sudden tears uncall'd spring up ; Perchance , in this abode of pother , Kind Harry may not drain another . But still our Comrades at the Bell Of Harry's prowess ...
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... soul dwells on thee , as a thought With which no earthly wishes are . I love thee as I love the star , The gentle star that smiles at Even , That melts into my heart from far , And leads my wandering thoughts to Heaven . " Twould break ...
... soul dwells on thee , as a thought With which no earthly wishes are . I love thee as I love the star , The gentle star that smiles at Even , That melts into my heart from far , And leads my wandering thoughts to Heaven . " Twould break ...
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... soul on fire , ” - ( An episode about his lyre ; ) " Though you despise - I still must love , " ( Something about a turtle dove ; ) " Alas ! in death's unstartled sleep , " ( Just here he did his best to weep ; ) 66 Laura , the willow ...
... soul on fire , ” - ( An episode about his lyre ; ) " Though you despise - I still must love , " ( Something about a turtle dove ; ) " Alas ! in death's unstartled sleep , " ( Just here he did his best to weep ; ) 66 Laura , the willow ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?