The Eton Bureau, Թողարկում 1-6Ingalton and Son, 1842 |
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Արդյունքներ 49–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... look for the contributions which must form the staple of our produce , the prime flowers of our chaplet . But our flowers must not all exhibit the same hue ; our garland must be redolent of various odours . Our contributors therefore ...
... look for the contributions which must form the staple of our produce , the prime flowers of our chaplet . But our flowers must not all exhibit the same hue ; our garland must be redolent of various odours . Our contributors therefore ...
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... look , and with a smile , took his leave . Not caring , however , to return through the chapel , he passed by a different route to the hall , where he found his three companions , the aforesaid yeomen , and two other gentlemen , who had ...
... look , and with a smile , took his leave . Not caring , however , to return through the chapel , he passed by a different route to the hall , where he found his three companions , the aforesaid yeomen , and two other gentlemen , who had ...
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... look of love ! -Away ! —A shame to landsmen's ease ! The exile , from that shore beloved torn , Of which he was a scion , not a slave- Feels all that made life sweet , or less forlorn A void : What seeks he now ? -A quiet grave ! His ...
... look of love ! -Away ! —A shame to landsmen's ease ! The exile , from that shore beloved torn , Of which he was a scion , not a slave- Feels all that made life sweet , or less forlorn A void : What seeks he now ? -A quiet grave ! His ...
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... look upon diligence and obedience as inferior in abstract value to successfulness in daily or weekly contests with their equals . To go through his task alone , -- merely for conscience sake , -and without regard to others engaged in ...
... look upon diligence and obedience as inferior in abstract value to successfulness in daily or weekly contests with their equals . To go through his task alone , -- merely for conscience sake , -and without regard to others engaged in ...
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... looks up to me as if for assistance in his decision on the value of the materials before him ; and I sigh as I think of the care which has been bestowed on many a rejected article . Every day brings me some new prodigy of genius or ...
... looks up to me as if for assistance in his decision on the value of the materials before him ; and I sigh as I think of the care which has been bestowed on many a rejected article . Every day brings me some new prodigy of genius or ...
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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...