The Eton Bureau, Випуски 1 – 6Ingalton and Son, 1842 |
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... follow the track , if they cannot equal the honours , of the noble and lamented Wellesley . * * * [ Our readers will undoubtedly expect a tale from the above - mentioned chest to follow here , but we regret to say , that owing to the ...
... follow the track , if they cannot equal the honours , of the noble and lamented Wellesley . * * * [ Our readers will undoubtedly expect a tale from the above - mentioned chest to follow here , but we regret to say , that owing to the ...
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... follow us ; and , not to alarm my fair consort , I will seek her and say some business calls me forth to - night , the nature of it need I not to impart . " He then left the hall , and prepared to seek the lady Eleanor , his youthful ...
... follow us ; and , not to alarm my fair consort , I will seek her and say some business calls me forth to - night , the nature of it need I not to impart . " He then left the hall , and prepared to seek the lady Eleanor , his youthful ...
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... follow in the track Where Pythias first his zigzag course pursues , Though bellowing multitudes new hopes infuse . So some proud Galleon on the Spanish main , Spreading her labouring canvass , spreads in vain , Deep in the waves her ...
... follow in the track Where Pythias first his zigzag course pursues , Though bellowing multitudes new hopes infuse . So some proud Galleon on the Spanish main , Spreading her labouring canvass , spreads in vain , Deep in the waves her ...
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... follow you forthwith , in obedience to the King's command . Dearest Eleanor , farewell . " So saying , he left the hall , and when he had crossed the outer drawbridge , discovered several horsemen awaiting his appearance . He put ...
... follow you forthwith , in obedience to the King's command . Dearest Eleanor , farewell . " So saying , he left the hall , and when he had crossed the outer drawbridge , discovered several horsemen awaiting his appearance . He put ...
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... follow thee ! " " We shall meet again soon , " said Lord Dacre ; " be- lieve me I mourn nothing now , but that I must bid adieu to thee and my children , and that in the list of my family , my name must be clouded with disgrace . And ...
... follow thee ! " " We shall meet again soon , " said Lord Dacre ; " be- lieve me I mourn nothing now , but that I must bid adieu to thee and my children , and that in the list of my family , my name must be clouded with disgrace . And ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...