The Etonian, Band 1Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt H. Colburn and Company, 1822 |
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... heart , we are sorry that this is the last time we shall have occasion to ask for it . We will add little more . A fulsome Panegyric would be alike irksome to the Patron , and imperti- nent in the Patronized . Let us only say , that we ...
... heart , we are sorry that this is the last time we shall have occasion to ask for it . We will add little more . A fulsome Panegyric would be alike irksome to the Patron , and imperti- nent in the Patronized . Let us only say , that we ...
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... heart ; and never perhaps was my Lord Clarendon in such mixed company . The tables are strewed with the Edinburgh Reviews , Parliamen- tary proceedings , files of old Chronicles and Examiners , 10 The King of Clubs .
... heart ; and never perhaps was my Lord Clarendon in such mixed company . The tables are strewed with the Edinburgh Reviews , Parliamen- tary proceedings , files of old Chronicles and Examiners , 10 The King of Clubs .
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... . Poor Theodore ! if valiant breast , And open heart , and song , and jest , And laughing lip , and auburn hair , And vow sent up by lady fair , Can save a youthful warrior's life , Thou fall'st not The Eve of Battle . 31.
... . Poor Theodore ! if valiant breast , And open heart , and song , and jest , And laughing lip , and auburn hair , And vow sent up by lady fair , Can save a youthful warrior's life , Thou fall'st not The Eve of Battle . 31.
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... st sleep in honour's worm - worn bed The dreamless slumber of the dead . But oft shall one sad heart at least Think on the smile , that never ceas'd Its catching influence , till the earth Clos'd o'er the The Eve of Battle . 38 .
... st sleep in honour's worm - worn bed The dreamless slumber of the dead . But oft shall one sad heart at least Think on the smile , that never ceas'd Its catching influence , till the earth Clos'd o'er the The Eve of Battle . 38 .
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... heart , and through my brain ; I felt it then , I feel it now , Though time is stamp'd upon my brow ; Though all my veins grow cold with age , And o'er my memory's fading page Oblivion draws her damning line , And blots all images ...
... heart , and through my brain ; I felt it then , I feel it now , Though time is stamp'd upon my brow ; Though all my veins grow cold with age , And o'er my memory's fading page Oblivion draws her damning line , And blots all images ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
acquaintance admiration amusement appearance Asyndeton Bathos beautiful Blanc bright character 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 imagination 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 observed opinion passion PATRICK O'CONNOR perceived 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 thou art thought tion turned voice Wentworth William Rowley words Wordsworth young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 225 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on.
Seite 403 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 225 - In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye!
Seite 103 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Seite 225 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...
Seite 228 - 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 Is in its infancy.
Seite 225 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 241 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Seite 320 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Seite 103 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May- time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.