The Etonian, Volumen1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... tell ; And dignify with well - earn'd praise The revelry of other days . And then the merry tale will run On many a wager lost and won , On many a jest , and many a song , And many a peal of laughter long , That from our jovial circle ...
... tell ; And dignify with well - earn'd praise The revelry of other days . And then the merry tale will run On many a wager lost and won , On many a jest , and many a song , And many a peal of laughter long , That from our jovial circle ...
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... Tell me what brings thee here to die , Thou prince of eccentricity ? Poor Arthur ! in his childhood's day He cared so little for his play , And wore so grave and prim a look , And cried so , when he miss'd his book , That aunts were ...
... Tell me what brings thee here to die , Thou prince of eccentricity ? Poor Arthur ! in his childhood's day He cared so little for his play , And wore so grave and prim a look , And cried so , when he miss'd his book , That aunts were ...
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... tell My love with holier warmth , touch'd by the spell Intense of heaven , of air , of earth , and sea . Then should our love be glowing as yon sky , Pure as the crescent in the dim twilight , Eternal as the ocean in his might , And we ...
... tell My love with holier warmth , touch'd by the spell Intense of heaven , of air , of earth , and sea . Then should our love be glowing as yon sky , Pure as the crescent in the dim twilight , Eternal as the ocean in his might , And we ...
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... tell . St. Paul . vetera turimet co + It is proper to state , that these lines have appeared surreptitiously a few weeks back in the " Morning Chronicle , " in which the blank in the last line was filled up with the name of Lord " Byron ...
... tell . St. Paul . vetera turimet co + It is proper to state , that these lines have appeared surreptitiously a few weeks back in the " Morning Chronicle , " in which the blank in the last line was filled up with the name of Lord " Byron ...
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... tell Swab ' that I have a thrashing in store for The Poet . " " Toup " is the nickname Oblique , borne by its possessor in con- sequence of some supposed relation between the longitude of his physiognomy and the Longinus of the erudite ...
... tell Swab ' that I have a thrashing in store for The Poet . " " Toup " is the nickname Oblique , borne by its possessor in con- sequence of some supposed relation between the longitude of his physiognomy and the Longinus of the erudite ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?