The Etonian, Том 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... heard in chapel , are a source of pleasing instruction ; the analysis which a retentive memory enables him to give of the subject embraced by the preacher is true and correct ; and the manner in which he embodies in theme the beautiful ...
... heard in chapel , are a source of pleasing instruction ; the analysis which a retentive memory enables him to give of the subject embraced by the preacher is true and correct ; and the manner in which he embodies in theme the beautiful ...
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... heard of it , and is in a fever of expectation : if it has appeared , Peregrine has read it , and his sum- ming up of the merits and demerits of the composition generally in- fluences the public verdict at Eton . Has any publication ...
... heard of it , and is in a fever of expectation : if it has appeared , Peregrine has read it , and his sum- ming up of the merits and demerits of the composition generally in- fluences the public verdict at Eton . Has any publication ...
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... heard . ) 6 ، Mr. President , -- I dissent from , in limine , and disapprove of , in toto , any mention of The Saltbearer . ' " The Saltbearer ' has done no- thing , - ( Hear , hear , hear , ) — and is nothing to us ; and I don't see ...
... heard . ) 6 ، Mr. President , -- I dissent from , in limine , and disapprove of , in toto , any mention of The Saltbearer . ' " The Saltbearer ' has done no- thing , - ( Hear , hear , hear , ) — and is nothing to us ; and I don't see ...
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design . The murmurs , which I have just heard , prove to me that your opinion of the work coincides with my own .- ( Perfectly , from Lo- zell ; -No , from Oakley . ) - You think with me , that the work is not calculated to reflect ...
design . The murmurs , which I have just heard , prove to me that your opinion of the work coincides with my own .- ( Perfectly , from Lo- zell ; -No , from Oakley . ) - You think with me , that the work is not calculated to reflect ...
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... a time . Mary ! whose pure and holy kiss Is still a cherish'd dream of bliss , When last I saw thy bright blue eye , And heard thy voice of melody , And felt thy timid mild caress , I was all 40 [ No. 1 . The Eve of Battle .
... a time . Mary ! whose pure and holy kiss Is still a cherish'd dream of bliss , When last I saw thy bright blue eye , And heard thy voice of melody , And felt thy timid mild caress , I was all 40 [ No. 1 . The Eve of Battle .
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acquaintance admiration amusement appearance Asyndeton Bathos beautiful Blanc bright character Courtenay cried dear delight dream dress Elfrida endeavour Eton Etonian expression fair fancy father favour favourite fear feel genius gentleman Gerard Montgomery give Godiva Golightly hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart honour hope Kennet-hold King of Clubs laugh Leofwyn Lionel look Lord Lord Byron Lord Ruthven Lothaire lov'd lover Lozell manner Marriage Martin Sterling Meeting Members mind Monxton Musgrave nature Nesbit never nickname night Number O'CONNOR o'er Oakley object observed opinion passion perceived Peregrine person pleasure Poems Poet Poetry present Quadrille racter readers Reginald d'Arennes replied RICHARD HODGSON Rowley Saxon scene schoolfellows seemed silent smile sorrow soul spirit sure sweet talents taste thee thine thing thought tion turned voice Wentworth Whig William Rowley words Wordsworth young youth
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?