The Eton Bureau, Temas1-6Ingalton and Son, 1842 |
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... that reflection , we shall deserve the gratitude which we hope to receive . With this view we do not hesitate to ask for contributions as numerous and varied as the industry of our friends can furnish , that 44 ETON BUREAU ,
... that reflection , we shall deserve the gratitude which we hope to receive . With this view we do not hesitate to ask for contributions as numerous and varied as the industry of our friends can furnish , that 44 ETON BUREAU ,
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... hope's impulses could urge , By force of orisons unsaid , Th ' unconscious galley's homeward flight ; The winds have done their task aright- ( What wonder - if no chance could smite The head of one reserved to try A more momentous ...
... hope's impulses could urge , By force of orisons unsaid , Th ' unconscious galley's homeward flight ; The winds have done their task aright- ( What wonder - if no chance could smite The head of one reserved to try A more momentous ...
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... hope , from the circumstance that no assault has yet been formally made upon it . What we mean is , that no daring spirit , armed with the torch of modern science , has as yet ventured to set steadily to work at reforming on the most en ...
... hope , from the circumstance that no assault has yet been formally made upon it . What we mean is , that no daring spirit , armed with the torch of modern science , has as yet ventured to set steadily to work at reforming on the most en ...
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... hope it may in the minds . of all who read these pages , the firm conviction , that although at the time ( as is the case with every man who is in advance of the age in which he lives ) Mr. Canning was not understood to have uttered ...
... hope it may in the minds . of all who read these pages , the firm conviction , that although at the time ( as is the case with every man who is in advance of the age in which he lives ) Mr. Canning was not understood to have uttered ...
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... hope to throw new light upon the system of Copernicus , and place the tides , comets , and eclipses upon a regular and more satisfactory footing - true the circle is not yet squared , and we fear that our common people are far from ...
... hope to throw new light upon the system of Copernicus , and place the tides , comets , and eclipses upon a regular and more satisfactory footing - true the circle is not yet squared , and we fear that our common people are far from ...
Términos y frases comunes
Æneid Apollonius Rhodius barque beauty better breath bright Burton calm castle Catullus character charm child clouds dare dark dear death doth earth Eton Bureau Etonians evil eyes fair faith fancy fear feelings gaze gentle George Morland Georgics give grace grave Gwendolen hand happy hath heard heart heaven Herstmonceux holy honour hope King knew Ladon leave light live look Lord Byron Lord Dacre Lycophron Menedemus mind nature never night o'er once passed perhaps Phormio poet poor prayer Procles Puddletown readers round scarce scene scorn seemed shame shew shuffler sigh similes smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stream sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought told TOMMY GREEN truth Unterwalden verse Virgil waves wind Windsor Castle words write young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...