The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
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... bear the precious burden through the key- hole , and convey it to our desk ; whether these , or any other agents gave us possession of the documents , it mat- ters not to our readers . Suffice it for them to know , that from time to ...
... bear the precious burden through the key- hole , and convey it to our desk ; whether these , or any other agents gave us possession of the documents , it mat- ters not to our readers . Suffice it for them to know , that from time to ...
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... bear witness to the good they have felt in heart as well as in mind , from the occasional warnings of their instructors ! But nevertheless , one may safely appeal to the recollections of home , and the lingering echoes of the catechism ...
... bear witness to the good they have felt in heart as well as in mind , from the occasional warnings of their instructors ! But nevertheless , one may safely appeal to the recollections of home , and the lingering echoes of the catechism ...
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... bear with me , while I tell my tale . " Nihil est tam miserabile , quam ex beato miser , " as Cicero told my last master but one . Had I never been faced with oak , and carpetted with baize , I might even now have been comfortable ; had ...
... bear with me , while I tell my tale . " Nihil est tam miserabile , quam ex beato miser , " as Cicero told my last master but one . Had I never been faced with oak , and carpetted with baize , I might even now have been comfortable ; had ...
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... bears , Still do I wish him on my couch to lie ; Come , balmy sleep , for sweetly it appears Thus without life to live , thus without death to die . Idem Latine Redditum . Quid licet advenias mostâ sub imagine mortis Somne ? comes ...
... bears , Still do I wish him on my couch to lie ; Come , balmy sleep , for sweetly it appears Thus without life to live , thus without death to die . Idem Latine Redditum . Quid licet advenias mostâ sub imagine mortis Somne ? comes ...
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... bear you , my Lord , " said the officer , " such tidings as better beseem your private car than the public audience of your household . Nevertheless , " he continued , on Lord Dacre's beckoning him to proceed , " an it pleases you best ...
... bear you , my Lord , " said the officer , " such tidings as better beseem your private car than the public audience of your household . Nevertheless , " he continued , on Lord Dacre's beckoning him to proceed , " an it pleases you best ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid ÆSCHYLUS Agamemnon Athenian Athens beauty better breath bright called calm castle Catullus character charms child Church Clytemnestra Cybele dare dark death doth earth Eton Bureau Etonians Euripides eyes fair fancy fate fear feel flowers gaze genius gentle George Morland Georgics give grave Gwendolen hand hath heard heart Herstmonceux holy honour hope King knew lady leave light live look Lord Dacre Lycophron Menedemus mind nature never night o'er old Etonian once Oresteia Orestes passed perhaps Pindar play poem poet poetry pride Puddletown racter readers scene seems shew sleep smile soft Sophocles sorrow soul speak spirit sure sweet taste tears tell thee things thou thought truth Van Diemen's Land verses Virgil waves wind wish words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 170 - A rest for weary pilgrims found, " They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.