The Etonian, Volume 1Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt H. Colburn and Company, 1822 |
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... gives you a bit of worthless paper in exchange for sterling money . - Sir Francis was proceeding , when his voice became inaudible , amidst loud shouts of applause , intermingled with faint cries of Order , order ! —No politics ! — Mr ...
... gives you a bit of worthless paper in exchange for sterling money . - Sir Francis was proceeding , when his voice became inaudible , amidst loud shouts of applause , intermingled with faint cries of Order , order ! —No politics ! — Mr ...
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... Gives token loud of deep repose ? What ! honest Harry on the ground ! I'faith thy sleep is wondrous sound , For one who looks , upon his waking , To sleep " the sleep that knows not breaking . " But rest thee , rest ! thou merriest soul ...
... Gives token loud of deep repose ? What ! honest Harry on the ground ! I'faith thy sleep is wondrous sound , For one who looks , upon his waking , To sleep " the sleep that knows not breaking . " But rest thee , rest ! thou merriest soul ...
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... Give up his Baccalaurean tattle , And quit the bottle - for the battle ? Has he forgot , in martial ardour , His wig , his teapot , and his larder ? Has he forgot - ungrateful Sub.- Champagne , backgammon , and - the club ? Has he ...
... Give up his Baccalaurean tattle , And quit the bottle - for the battle ? Has he forgot , in martial ardour , His wig , his teapot , and his larder ? Has he forgot - ungrateful Sub.- Champagne , backgammon , and - the club ? Has he ...
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... give him all I can — a tomb , : And — o'er a pint of half and half , Compose poor Arthur's epitaph : - " Here , join'd in death , th ' observer sees " Plato - and Alcibiades ; - " A mixture of the grave and funny , " A famous dish of ...
... give him all I can — a tomb , : And — o'er a pint of half and half , Compose poor Arthur's epitaph : - " Here , join'd in death , th ' observer sees " Plato - and Alcibiades ; - " A mixture of the grave and funny , " A famous dish of ...
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... nought to love ; No inward motive , that can give Or fear to die , or wish to live . Away , away ! Death rides the breeze ! There is no time for thoughts like these ; Hark ! from the foeman's distant camp I hear their 42 The Eve of Battle .
... nought to love ; No inward motive , that can give Or fear to die , or wish to live . Away , away ! Death rides the breeze ! There is no time for thoughts like these ; Hark ! from the foeman's distant camp I hear their 42 The Eve of Battle .
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Page 225 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on.
Page 403 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 225 - In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye!
Page 103 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 225 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Page 228 - 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 Is in its infancy.
Page 225 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 241 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 320 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Page 103 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; 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 waylay.