The Eton Bureau, الأعداد 1-6Ingalton and Son, 1842 |
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الصفحة 15
... Child of the billow , and the breeze- One look of love ! -Away ! —A shame to landsmen's ease ! The exile , from that shore beloved torn , Of which he was a scion , not a slave- Feels all that made life sweet , or less forlorn A void ...
... Child of the billow , and the breeze- One look of love ! -Away ! —A shame to landsmen's ease ! The exile , from that shore beloved torn , Of which he was a scion , not a slave- Feels all that made life sweet , or less forlorn A void ...
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... children — and will bless . Lost in thy cloister'd courts - a thoughtless child , I'd fain avoid that cold and pathless wild Of broken hearts , and unrequited pain , Contemned vows , crush'd hope , and dark disdain Cling to the past ...
... children — and will bless . Lost in thy cloister'd courts - a thoughtless child , I'd fain avoid that cold and pathless wild Of broken hearts , and unrequited pain , Contemned vows , crush'd hope , and dark disdain Cling to the past ...
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... child of hills and dales , ) And though I fear thee more , and love thee less Than the dark glancing and brave cheerful roar Of waters dashing on a merry wheel , Yet from thy meek unwearied yieldingness To each light sky - born gift ...
... child of hills and dales , ) And though I fear thee more , and love thee less Than the dark glancing and brave cheerful roar Of waters dashing on a merry wheel , Yet from thy meek unwearied yieldingness To each light sky - born gift ...
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... child of tender years , would it not be repressed by a wise parent , and the tendency to advancement diverted into a purer channel ? And are we to adopt in the school room a motive which we banish from the nursery ? Are we to change our ...
... child of tender years , would it not be repressed by a wise parent , and the tendency to advancement diverted into a purer channel ? And are we to adopt in the school room a motive which we banish from the nursery ? Are we to change our ...
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... children , and that in the list of my family , my name must be clouded with disgrace . And yet I slew him not , nor was concerned in the affray ; I die not to satisfy justice , but that the courtiers may swallow up my broad lands . That ...
... children , and that in the list of my family , my name must be clouded with disgrace . And yet I slew him not , nor was concerned in the affray ; I die not to satisfy justice , but that the courtiers may swallow up my broad lands . That ...
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الصفحة 316 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
الصفحة 274 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
الصفحة 229 - 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 267 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
الصفحة 187 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
الصفحة 143 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth...
الصفحة 265 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
الصفحة 335 - THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet.
الصفحة 229 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
الصفحة 114 - The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her. She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover: And he look'd up to Ellen's bower And she look'd on her lover — But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling — And am I then forgot — forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen. In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her...