The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
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... never exceed a band of four , at the most . " 66 Aye , " was the answer ; " but they may be enough to spoil our sport . And yet the men we have sent round must meet us soon , ' tis true . We will go to Pikehay first ; they call it the ...
... never exceed a band of four , at the most . " 66 Aye , " was the answer ; " but they may be enough to spoil our sport . And yet the men we have sent round must meet us soon , ' tis true . We will go to Pikehay first ; they call it the ...
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... never quarrelled with the Pope ; for what should we do without our good monks ? " " We must c'en do without them , I fear , " said Dacre ; " and I should be the gainer , for I shall save my buck . " In such conversation they " wiled ...
... never quarrelled with the Pope ; for what should we do without our good monks ? " " We must c'en do without them , I fear , " said Dacre ; " and I should be the gainer , for I shall save my buck . " In such conversation they " wiled ...
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... never Hope softens , Mercy soothes , or Time destroys . For ever ! has no end , no mean , no birth— The harps of angels shall its mysteries tell ; A mingled cup it tenders here on earth , While agony unmixt its boon to hell . * Shame on ...
... never Hope softens , Mercy soothes , or Time destroys . For ever ! has no end , no mean , no birth— The harps of angels shall its mysteries tell ; A mingled cup it tenders here on earth , While agony unmixt its boon to hell . * Shame on ...
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... guilt recoils from death , Frowns it on ransom'd souls so ghastly ? Never . Ye angels , as I yield my latest breath , Teach me to smile , and smiling , say , For ever . EUR . BACCHE . VS. 850 . I'll dance - 26 ETON BUREAU .
... guilt recoils from death , Frowns it on ransom'd souls so ghastly ? Never . Ye angels , as I yield my latest breath , Teach me to smile , and smiling , say , For ever . EUR . BACCHE . VS. 850 . I'll dance - 26 ETON BUREAU .
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... never - to - be - sufficiently execrated pastime are so vividly pictured to the imagination , that a general thrill will I am sure pervade your host of readers , and all will be up in arms against its practice . I appeal to my fellow ...
... never - to - be - sufficiently execrated pastime are so vividly pictured to the imagination , that a general thrill will I am sure pervade your host of readers , and all will be up in arms against its practice . I appeal to my fellow ...
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Страница 183 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Страница 119 - See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea : What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me...
Страница 185 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Страница 184 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Страница 170 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
Страница 170 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
Страница 179 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep, where Fame's proud temple shines afar? Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war? Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown ! And yet, the languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all.
Страница 227 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Страница 174 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Страница 188 - Wise men have said are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys, And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.