The Etonian, Band 1H.Colburn, and C.Knight, 1824 |
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... thee with a ream of rhyme ; — But if ' tis doom'd , and fall thou must , Since bards , like other men , are dust , Upon the tomb where thou shalt sleep , Phoebus and Mars alike shall weep ; And he that lov'd , but could not save , Shall ...
... thee with a ream of rhyme ; — But if ' tis doom'd , and fall thou must , Since bards , like other men , are dust , Upon the tomb where thou shalt sleep , Phoebus and Mars alike shall weep ; And he that lov'd , but could not save , Shall ...
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... thee in that holy place ; To speak the plain and honest truth , Thou wast no scholar in thy youth , But now go forth - broke loose from school , Kill and destroy by classic rule , Or die in fight , to live in story , As valiant Hector ...
... thee in that holy place ; To speak the plain and honest truth , Thou wast no scholar in thy youth , But now go forth - broke loose from school , Kill and destroy by classic rule , Or die in fight , to live in story , As valiant Hector ...
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... thee fly ; And still , in spite of all thy care , False quantities will haunt thee there ; For thou wilt make , amidst the throng , Or ζωη short , or κλεος long . Methinks I know that figure bold , And stalwart limbs of giant mould ...
... thee fly ; And still , in spite of all thy care , False quantities will haunt thee there ; For thou wilt make , amidst the throng , Or ζωη short , or κλεος long . Methinks I know that figure bold , And stalwart limbs of giant mould ...
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Tell me what brings thee here to die , Thou prince of eccentricity ? Poor Arthur ! in his childhood's day He cared so little for his play , And wore so grave and prim a look , And cried so , when he miss'd his book , That aunts were ...
Tell me what brings thee here to die , Thou prince of eccentricity ? Poor Arthur ! in his childhood's day He cared so little for his play , And wore so grave and prim a look , And cried so , when he miss'd his book , That aunts were ...
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... thee ; But I am now no more a boy , And there's a gulph ' twixt thee and me . Time on my brow has set his seal— I start to find myself a man , And know that I no more shall feel As only boyhood's spirit can . And now I bid a long adieu ...
... thee ; But I am now no more a boy , And there's a gulph ' twixt thee and me . Time on my brow has set his seal— I start to find myself a man , And know that I no more shall feel As only boyhood's spirit can . And now I bid a long adieu ...
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Seite 124 - 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.
Seite 287 - Nor less, I trust, 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...
Seite 415 - 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.
Seite 288 - 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...
Seite 292 - 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.
Seite 283 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Seite 231 - Now forging scrolls, now foremost in the fight, Not quite a felon, yet but half a knight, The gibbet or the field prepared to grace ; A mighty mixture of the great and base.
Seite 416 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.
Seite 413 - 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 287 - But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy! The youth who daily further from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.