The Etonian, Volum 1Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt H. Colburn and Company, 1822 |
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Side 41
... scene , at such a time . Mary ! whose pure and holy kiss Is still a cherish'd dream of bliss , When last I saw thy bright blue eye , And heard thy voice of melody , And felt thy timid mild caress , I was all The Eve of Battle . 41.
... scene , at such a time . Mary ! whose pure and holy kiss Is still a cherish'd dream of bliss , When last I saw thy bright blue eye , And heard thy voice of melody , And felt thy timid mild caress , I was all The Eve of Battle . 41.
Side 42
... dream ; A bubble on misfortune's stream ; Condemn'd through varying scenes to rove , With nought to hope , and nought to love ; No inward motive , that can give Or fear to die , or wish to live . Away , away ! Death rides the breeze ...
... dream ; A bubble on misfortune's stream ; Condemn'd through varying scenes to rove , With nought to hope , and nought to love ; No inward motive , that can give Or fear to die , or wish to live . Away , away ! Death rides the breeze ...
Side 46
... dream of all . My footsteps rove not where they rov'd , My home is chang'd ; and , one by one , The " old , familiar " forms I lov'd Are faded from my path and gone . I launch into life's stormy main , And ' tis with tears - but not of ...
... dream of all . My footsteps rove not where they rov'd , My home is chang'd ; and , one by one , The " old , familiar " forms I lov'd Are faded from my path and gone . I launch into life's stormy main , And ' tis with tears - but not of ...
Side 47
... dream With meaner love to mingle thee ; " Twould dim the most unearthly beam Thy form sheds o'er my memory . It is my joy , it is my pride To picture thee in bliss divine , A happy and an honour'd bride , Blest by a fonder love than ...
... dream With meaner love to mingle thee ; " Twould dim the most unearthly beam Thy form sheds o'er my memory . It is my joy , it is my pride To picture thee in bliss divine , A happy and an honour'd bride , Blest by a fonder love than ...
Side 59
... To write lampoons - and dream of laurel . Years fleeted by , and every grace Began to fade from Laura's face ; Through every circle whispers ran , And aged dowagers began To gratify their secret spite : - " How shocking Laura . 59.
... To write lampoons - and dream of laurel . Years fleeted by , and every grace Began to fade from Laura's face ; Through every circle whispers ran , And aged dowagers began To gratify their secret spite : - " How shocking Laura . 59.
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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
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.