The Eton Bureau, Броеве 1–6Ingalton and Son, 1842 |
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... keeping out the vulgar to preserve those salutary distinctions without which the pillows of society would soon be snapped asunder like sticks , there was nothing but bare seats of the most uncomfortable description . In fact there was ...
... keeping out the vulgar to preserve those salutary distinctions without which the pillows of society would soon be snapped asunder like sticks , there was nothing but bare seats of the most uncomfortable description . In fact there was ...
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... keep " Some echo of my constant wail . " Go ! leave me here to make my moan , " Nor deem that I am quite alone , " For there is one whose shade for aye " Will deign to bear me company ; " One that hath power to save , " And far from ...
... keep " Some echo of my constant wail . " Go ! leave me here to make my moan , " Nor deem that I am quite alone , " For there is one whose shade for aye " Will deign to bear me company ; " One that hath power to save , " And far from ...
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... keeping with his whole character ! Quám vellem Menedenum invitatum , ut nobiscum esset , amplius Ut hanc lætitiam nec opinanti primus objicerem domi— And again , Cesso pultare ostium HEAUT , I. 2. 11 . Vicini , ut primum ex me sciat ...
... keeping with his whole character ! Quám vellem Menedenum invitatum , ut nobiscum esset , amplius Ut hanc lætitiam nec opinanti primus objicerem domi— And again , Cesso pultare ostium HEAUT , I. 2. 11 . Vicini , ut primum ex me sciat ...
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... keeping at a mode- rate weekly charge , I was comforted at parting by the thought that the duty of supporting the credit of our race could not rest upon better shoulders than your own . But enough of the sentimental for the present ...
... keeping at a mode- rate weekly charge , I was comforted at parting by the thought that the duty of supporting the credit of our race could not rest upon better shoulders than your own . But enough of the sentimental for the present ...
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... keep him up to his work by the practise which the well - stocked preserves on the poop amply afforded . The gentility of the fare thus obtained forms an agreeable contrast to the junk and hard biscuit to which the rest of our mess are ...
... keep him up to his work by the practise which the well - stocked preserves on the poop amply afforded . The gentility of the fare thus obtained forms an agreeable contrast to the junk and hard biscuit to which the rest of our mess are ...
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Страница 316 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Страница 274 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Страница 229 - 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 267 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Страница 187 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Страница 143 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth...
Страница 265 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Страница 335 - THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet.
Страница 229 - 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...
Страница 114 - The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her. She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover: And he look'd up to Ellen's bower And she look'd on her lover — But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling — And am I then forgot — forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her...