The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 34.
Страница 24
... sound , as it would be , if we were more habitually constrained to perseverance on the score of responsibility , and taught to compare ourselves , not so much with our school - fellows , as with our former selves , and with what ought ...
... sound , as it would be , if we were more habitually constrained to perseverance on the score of responsibility , and taught to compare ourselves , not so much with our school - fellows , as with our former selves , and with what ought ...
Страница 48
... sound of a horn from without the castle . The cause was speedily explained by the entrance of a pursuivant , fol- lowed by two men at arms . What " What would ye here , my masters ? " said the Baron , " that ye disturb thus the privacy ...
... sound of a horn from without the castle . The cause was speedily explained by the entrance of a pursuivant , fol- lowed by two men at arms . What " What would ye here , my masters ? " said the Baron , " that ye disturb thus the privacy ...
Страница 61
... sound , Born of some bodiless inorganic sense , And scarce akin to our mortality , Lives on through awful watches . Would that I Still , as of yore by spells of childhood bound , And still enshrined within the peaceful bed Which smiles ...
... sound , Born of some bodiless inorganic sense , And scarce akin to our mortality , Lives on through awful watches . Would that I Still , as of yore by spells of childhood bound , And still enshrined within the peaceful bed Which smiles ...
Страница 89
... sound for human ear More fraught with hollow , sickening fear , More consonant with thoughts of ill , And restless toil , and fettered will , For one that lives in passion's thrall More ominously musical , Than homeless wanderer's foot ...
... sound for human ear More fraught with hollow , sickening fear , More consonant with thoughts of ill , And restless toil , and fettered will , For one that lives in passion's thrall More ominously musical , Than homeless wanderer's foot ...
Страница 95
... sound " I tread my dear old hunting ground , " Then my heart's purpose fail , subdued " By dalliance with that winsome mirth , " And boyish fancies so delude " My nerved and burning breast , " That it forswear , thus idly wooed , " What ...
... sound " I tread my dear old hunting ground , " Then my heart's purpose fail , subdued " By dalliance with that winsome mirth , " And boyish fancies so delude " My nerved and burning breast , " That it forswear , thus idly wooed , " What ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Æneid ÆSCHYLUS Agamemnon Athenian Athens beauty better breath bright called calm castle Catullus character charms child Church Clytemnestra Cybele dare dark death doth earth Eton Bureau Etonians Euripides eyes fair fancy fate fear feel flowers gaze genius gentle George Morland Georgics give grave Gwendolen hand hath heard heart Herstmonceux holy honour hope King knew lady leave light live look Lord Dacre Lycophron Menedemus mind nature never night o'er old Etonian once Oresteia Orestes passed perhaps Pindar play poem poet poetry pride Puddletown racter readers scene seems shew sleep smile soft Sophocles sorrow soul speak spirit sure sweet taste tears tell thee things thou thought truth Van Diemen's Land verses Virgil waves wind wish words young youth
Популярни откъси
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.