The Eton School MagazineE.P. Williams, 1842 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 42
Página 17
... tear ! Farewell ! a sad , and bitter token Of shatter'd hope , and promise broken ! Farewell ! I can no more dissemble : The spell is o'er - this voice doth tremble ! Then life , and health , and thanks be thine ! I will not at my fate ...
... tear ! Farewell ! a sad , and bitter token Of shatter'd hope , and promise broken ! Farewell ! I can no more dissemble : The spell is o'er - this voice doth tremble ! Then life , and health , and thanks be thine ! I will not at my fate ...
Página 50
... tears which burst down her cheeks ; " with this day ends the light of my life for ever . Thy sun is put out in blood ; one half of my soul is torn from me ; why should I , the other , remain ? Would I could follow thee ! " " We shall ...
... tears which burst down her cheeks ; " with this day ends the light of my life for ever . Thy sun is put out in blood ; one half of my soul is torn from me ; why should I , the other , remain ? Would I could follow thee ! " " We shall ...
Página 54
... tears express " The pains of such mute happiness . - " Ho , Ladon ! -what ! thou too dismayed " At this portentous spectacle ? " I charge thee , sirrah ! straightly tell , " Whether till now the boy bewrayed " Tokens of this impiety ...
... tears express " The pains of such mute happiness . - " Ho , Ladon ! -what ! thou too dismayed " At this portentous spectacle ? " I charge thee , sirrah ! straightly tell , " Whether till now the boy bewrayed " Tokens of this impiety ...
Página 63
... tears . Perhaps the burthen of some song , Learnt when a trifle gave him joy , Has waked an echo loud and long Of the once careless happy boy : It tells how on his father's knee He heard sweet tales of by - gone years ; Ah ! could he ...
... tears . Perhaps the burthen of some song , Learnt when a trifle gave him joy , Has waked an echo loud and long Of the once careless happy boy : It tells how on his father's knee He heard sweet tales of by - gone years ; Ah ! could he ...
Página 74
... tears o'erflow ? And why so sad her heart ? Her lover ere long to the wars must go ; ' Tis hard so soon to part . 2 . " Tis the breath of early morn That is wafted on the wind ; Sir Raymond to the wars has gone , With a blithesome train ...
... tears o'erflow ? And why so sad her heart ? Her lover ere long to the wars must go ; ' Tis hard so soon to part . 2 . " Tis the breath of early morn That is wafted on the wind ; Sir Raymond to the wars has gone , With a blithesome train ...
Contenido
55 | |
56 | |
78 | |
81 | |
115 | |
121 | |
134 | |
147 | |
177 | |
233 | |
17 | |
18 | |
23 | |
38 | |
39 | |
41 | |
47 | |
153 | |
159 | |
161 | |
183 | |
201 | |
210 | |
214 | |
230 | |
232 | |
240 | |
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.