The Etonian, Volym 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... short , he is a neat little miniature . He has small grey twinkling eyes , snubbed nose , de- cided lines of thought prematurely furrowed on his brow ; and , as he bears his blushing honours thick upon him , one would shrewdly guess he ...
... short , he is a neat little miniature . He has small grey twinkling eyes , snubbed nose , de- cided lines of thought prematurely furrowed on his brow ; and , as he bears his blushing honours thick upon him , one would shrewdly guess he ...
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... short , you will find that I understand all sciences , and take upon myself all dispositions , - " Grammaticus , Rhetor , Geometres , Pic- tor , Aliptes , Augur , Schoenobates , Medicus , Magus- omnia novi . " To continue my quotation ...
... short , you will find that I understand all sciences , and take upon myself all dispositions , - " Grammaticus , Rhetor , Geometres , Pic- tor , Aliptes , Augur , Schoenobates , Medicus , Magus- omnia novi . " To continue my quotation ...
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... short , to describe them in a word , Jonathan sees with the eye of a merchant , and Charles with that of an enthusiast ; Jonathan is a man of business , and Charles is a poet . The contrast between their tempers is frequently the theme ...
... short , to describe them in a word , Jonathan sees with the eye of a merchant , and Charles with that of an enthusiast ; Jonathan is a man of business , and Charles is a poet . The contrast between their tempers is frequently the theme ...
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... short time to regard the contented ap- pearance of the man , and the cheerful whistle with which he called to his cattle . " Beatus ille qui procul negotiis , " said the poet ; " A poor team , though , " said his brother . Our attention ...
... short time to regard the contented ap- pearance of the man , and the cheerful whistle with which he called to his cattle . " Beatus ille qui procul negotiis , " said the poet ; " A poor team , though , " said his brother . Our attention ...
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... short , or × λɛ05 long . Methinks I know that figure bold , And stalwart limbs of giant mould ! " Tis he - I know his ruddy face , My tried staunch friend , Sir Matthew Chase . His snore is loud , his slumber deep , Yet dreams are with ...
... short , or × λɛ05 long . Methinks I know that figure bold , And stalwart limbs of giant mould ! " Tis he - I know his ruddy face , My tried staunch friend , Sir Matthew Chase . His snore is loud , his slumber deep , Yet dreams are with ...
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acquaintance admiration amusement appearance Asyndeton Bathos beautiful Blanc bright character Courtenay cried dear delight dream dress Elfrida endeavour Eton Etonian expression fair fancy father favour favourite fear feel genius gentleman Gerard Montgomery give Godiva Golightly hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart honour hope Kennet-hold King of Clubs laugh Leofwyn Lionel look Lord Lord Byron Lord Ruthven Lothaire lov'd lover Lozell manner Marriage Martin Sterling Meeting Members mind Monxton Musgrave nature Nesbit never nickname night Number O'CONNOR o'er Oakley object observed opinion passion perceived Peregrine person pleasure Poems Poet Poetry present Quadrille racter readers Reginald d'Arennes replied RICHARD HODGSON Rowley Saxon scene schoolfellows seemed silent smile sorrow soul spirit sure sweet talents taste thee thine thing thought tion turned voice Wentworth Whig William Rowley words Wordsworth young youth
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Sida 103 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Sida 313 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Sida 312 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside — Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red.
Sida 222 - O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and faint, And somewhat of a sad perplexity, The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For...
Sida 338 - On the stage we see nothing but corporal infirmities and weakness, the impotence of rage; while we read it, we see not Lear, but we are Lear - we are in his mind, we are sustained by a grandeur which baffles the malice of daughters and storms...
Sida 314 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that, for ten long years, he wooed The lady of the land.
Sida 225 - If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stranger ! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him 50 Is in its infancy.
Sida 338 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flush'd her spirit. I know not by what name beside I shall it call : — if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit.
Sida 313 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Sida 338 - When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning?