The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
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... thou , too , wast weary enough after to - day's expedition ; i ' faith , mine eyes close of themselves ; what want you with us to - night ? " " O ! any thing is better than going to bed ; by ' r ladye , my wants are small , but I would ...
... thou , too , wast weary enough after to - day's expedition ; i ' faith , mine eyes close of themselves ; what want you with us to - night ? " " O ! any thing is better than going to bed ; by ' r ladye , my wants are small , but I would ...
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... thou shalt tell me thy dream to - morrow , my business is urgent , I must go . " " Tell me then , at least , " said lady Dacre , " what busi- ness hast thou , Thomas , to call thee forth this troubled night ? " " O ! it is of no very ...
... thou shalt tell me thy dream to - morrow , my business is urgent , I must go . " " Tell me then , at least , " said lady Dacre , " what busi- ness hast thou , Thomas , to call thee forth this troubled night ? " " O ! it is of no very ...
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... thou art too insolent , John Busbrig ; pass on , or stand to thy guard . " " how " Bethink thee , Lord Dacre , " said the man , little credit thou wilt get from this affray . ' Tis shame for thee to encroach thus on the lands of a ...
... thou art too insolent , John Busbrig ; pass on , or stand to thy guard . " " how " Bethink thee , Lord Dacre , " said the man , little credit thou wilt get from this affray . ' Tis shame for thee to encroach thus on the lands of a ...
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... Thou demi - Paradise of innocent youth- Of artless Friendship - unsuspecting Truth ; ( What Muse shall lend my song aspiring wings ? ) Cradle of Heroes - heritage of Kings ; Mother of good , and great , ETONA - thy caress Has blest our ...
... Thou demi - Paradise of innocent youth- Of artless Friendship - unsuspecting Truth ; ( What Muse shall lend my song aspiring wings ? ) Cradle of Heroes - heritage of Kings ; Mother of good , and great , ETONA - thy caress Has blest our ...
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... thou canst ) Pierian Clio , tell How fared the rear , and what the van befell ; How B -h sought with canvass wings to fly , And C wooed the kiss - of victory . Lo ! where among the foremost in the race Our Hog in armour claims a ...
... thou canst ) Pierian Clio , tell How fared the rear , and what the van befell ; How B -h sought with canvass wings to fly , And C wooed the kiss - of victory . Lo ! where among the foremost in the race Our Hog in armour claims a ...
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الصفحة 183 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
الصفحة 119 - See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea : What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me...
الصفحة 185 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
الصفحة 184 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
الصفحة 170 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
الصفحة 170 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground...
الصفحة 179 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep, where Fame's proud temple shines afar? Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war? Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown ! And yet, the languor of inglorious days Not equally oppressive is to all.
الصفحة 227 - 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.
الصفحة 174 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
الصفحة 188 - Wise men have said are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek) Uncertain and unsettled still remains, Deep versed in books and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys, And trifles for choice matters, worth a sponge; As children gathering pebbles on the shore.