Memoirs of Eminent Etonians: With Notices of the Early History of Eton CollegeR. Bentley, 1850 - 504 pages |
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Page 123 - SONG. Go, lovely rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet, and fair, she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd, That hadst thou sprung In desarts, where no men abide, Thou must have
Page 322 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
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Page 319 - J On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Page 495 - breath. Here, pause : these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consign'd Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou
Page 107 - common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall rise! " Ye violets, that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, What are ye when the rose is blown
Page 61 - From Paul's I went to Eton sent, To learn straightways the Latin phrase; Where fifty three stripes given to me At once I had, For fault but small, or none at all, It came to pass thus beat I was. See, Udall, see the mercy of thee To me poor lad.
Page 254 - My lords, I am old and weak, and at present unable to say more; but my feelings and indignation were too strong to have said less. I could not have slept this night in my bed, nor reposed my head on my pillow, without giving this vent to my eternal abhorrence of such preposterous and enormous principles.
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Page 107 - your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ' " So when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a queen, Tell me if she were not designed The eclipse and glory of her kind