The Etonian, Հատոր 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 42–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 9
... passion in a cold bath . This amorous disposition led our Romeo into many ludicrous scrapes . He has been shot at for a black cat ; has narrowly escaped a man trap ; has been well soused by his Juliet , and soundly horsewhipped it is ...
... passion in a cold bath . This amorous disposition led our Romeo into many ludicrous scrapes . He has been shot at for a black cat ; has narrowly escaped a man trap ; has been well soused by his Juliet , and soundly horsewhipped it is ...
Էջ 28
... passions , opposite in their origins and effects , needs not to be told , that the same objects , the same scenes , the same incidents , strike us in a variety of lights , accord- ing to the temper and inclination with which we survey ...
... passions , opposite in their origins and effects , needs not to be told , that the same objects , the same scenes , the same incidents , strike us in a variety of lights , accord- ing to the temper and inclination with which we survey ...
Էջ 48
... passions and most beneficial propensities of our nature , -to awaken the legitimate affections of the human heart , —and to soften the cares , the discontents , and animosities , which the envy of the world has engendered , and the ...
... passions and most beneficial propensities of our nature , -to awaken the legitimate affections of the human heart , —and to soften the cares , the discontents , and animosities , which the envy of the world has engendered , and the ...
Էջ 113
... passions tear , That knows no interval of rest From bitterest pangs the frame can bear ; To thee is sweet the cold glaz'd eye That glares in hideous vacancy ; To thee is sweet the gasping breath , The blood - bespatter'd hand , and ...
... passions tear , That knows no interval of rest From bitterest pangs the frame can bear ; To thee is sweet the cold glaz'd eye That glares in hideous vacancy ; To thee is sweet the gasping breath , The blood - bespatter'd hand , and ...
Էջ 118
... passion , we could not reasonably be expected to partake of his inspiration . Upon our arrival at Mowbray Lodge , we were shown into a room so crowded with company , that we almost fancied we had been ushered into the Earl's levee ...
... passion , we could not reasonably be expected to partake of his inspiration . Upon our arrival at Mowbray Lodge , we were shown into a room so crowded with company , that we almost fancied we had been ushered into the Earl's levee ...
Common terms and phrases
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
Սիրված հատվածներ
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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?