The Etonian, Volum 1Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt H. Colburn and Company, 1822 |
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Side 32
... 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 , 32 The ...
... 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 , 32 The ...
Side 36
... thee fly ; And still , in spite of all thy care , False quantities will haunt thee there ; For thou wilt make , amidst the throng , Or a short , or иλɛos 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 a short , or иλɛos long . Methinks I know that figure bold , And stalwart limbs of giant mould ...
Side 37
... 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 eager to presage The ...
... 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 eager to presage The ...
Side 46
... 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 ...
Side 47
... thee more . For thee each feeling of my breast So holy , so serene shall be , That when thy heart to his is prest , " Twill be no crime to think of me . I shall not wander forth at night , To breathe thy name - as lovers would ; Thy ...
... thee more . For thee each feeling of my breast So holy , so serene shall be , That when thy heart to his is prest , " Twill be no crime to think of me . I shall not wander forth at night , To breathe thy name - as lovers would ; Thy ...
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The Etonian: Oct. 1820-Aug. 1821 Winthrop Mackworth Praed,Walter Blunt Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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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.