The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
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... o'er my senses weary , and lone , A sweet , reviving potion . Then , rambling sadly thro ' History's page , She sings of the warrior , poet , and sage With a thrilling , wild emotion ; " ALL ETON'S PRIDE . " - No more ! no more ! The ...
... o'er my senses weary , and lone , A sweet , reviving potion . Then , rambling sadly thro ' History's page , She sings of the warrior , poet , and sage With a thrilling , wild emotion ; " ALL ETON'S PRIDE . " - No more ! no more ! The ...
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... o'er His soul - O sad infinity of woes ! For one in whom he lived now lives no more . Who , but an angel dare to tell or think What harmony divine enchants the breast That dares call heaven its own , and deeply drink From springs ...
... o'er His soul - O sad infinity of woes ! For one in whom he lived now lives no more . Who , but an angel dare to tell or think What harmony divine enchants the breast That dares call heaven its own , and deeply drink From springs ...
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... to wield Freedom's bright falchion o'er the embattled field , It had not stain'd their cheeks , as now , to stand With coward's blush of shame , and traitor's fetter'd hand . Oh ! think not he will spare , who dauntless ETON BUREAU . 31.
... to wield Freedom's bright falchion o'er the embattled field , It had not stain'd their cheeks , as now , to stand With coward's blush of shame , and traitor's fetter'd hand . Oh ! think not he will spare , who dauntless ETON BUREAU . 31.
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... o'er ! Then in his mantle shrouds whate'er of woe So stern a heart might feel , a weaker deign to show . ADVENTURES OF THE EDITOR'S BUREAU . Olim truncus eram , ficulnus , inutile lignum . Well do I remember the day on which I arrived ...
... o'er ! Then in his mantle shrouds whate'er of woe So stern a heart might feel , a weaker deign to show . ADVENTURES OF THE EDITOR'S BUREAU . Olim truncus eram , ficulnus , inutile lignum . Well do I remember the day on which I arrived ...
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... o'er again his wasted years , And sighs to find that manhood's prime Boasts not a thought that's free from tears . Perhaps the burthen of some song , Learnt when a trifle gave him joy , Has waked an echo loud and long Of the once ...
... o'er again his wasted years , And sighs to find that manhood's prime Boasts not a thought that's free from tears . Perhaps the burthen of some song , Learnt when a trifle gave him joy , Has waked an echo loud and long Of the once ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 170 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.