The Etonian, Том 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... thought prematurely furrowed on his brow ; and , as he bears his blushing honours thick upon him , one would shrewdly guess he was by no means de- ficient in paying his devoirs to Bacchus . He has read deeply , though his course of ...
... thought prematurely furrowed on his brow ; and , as he bears his blushing honours thick upon him , one would shrewdly guess he was by no means de- ficient in paying his devoirs to Bacchus . He has read deeply , though his course of ...
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... thought that satirical remarks on ❝sic a carl " were quite allowable , and was proceeding to make some bu morous personal observations on Mr. Bookworm , when he was inter- rupted by the PRESIDENT , who said he was confident that the ...
... thought that satirical remarks on ❝sic a carl " were quite allowable , and was proceeding to make some bu morous personal observations on Mr. Bookworm , when he was inter- rupted by the PRESIDENT , who said he was confident that the ...
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... thought proper to hold forth against driving , an exception might be made in favour of himself , as he could not prevail on himself to forego dandling the ribbons . The Amendment was ultimately thrown out , and the original motion ...
... thought proper to hold forth against driving , an exception might be made in favour of himself , as he could not prevail on himself to forego dandling the ribbons . The Amendment was ultimately thrown out , and the original motion ...
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... , that while Reason has secured our esteem , Rhyme has run away with our hearts ; we have sometimes thought with Jonathan , but we have always felt with Charles . P. C. The Eve of Battle . " It is not yet No. 1. ] 31 Rhyme and Reason .
... , that while Reason has secured our esteem , Rhyme has run away with our hearts ; we have sometimes thought with Jonathan , but we have always felt with Charles . P. C. The Eve of Battle . " It is not yet No. 1. ] 31 Rhyme and Reason .
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... thought I saw my Lady Chase ! " And thou too , Clavering - Humour's son ! Made up of wisdom and of fun ! Medley of all that's dark and clear , Of all that's foolish , all that's dear , Tell me what brings thee here to die , Thou prince ...
... thought I saw my Lady Chase ! " And thou too , Clavering - Humour's son ! Made up of wisdom and of fun ! Medley of all that's dark and clear , Of all that's foolish , all that's dear , Tell me what brings thee here to die , Thou prince ...
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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 222 - O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For...
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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?