Memoirs of Eminent Etonians: With Notices of the Early History of Eton CollegeR. Bentley, 1850 - 504 pages |
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Page 316 - 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.
Page 308 - sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their Paradise, No more ; where ignorance is bliss,
Page 316 - On the Pleasures arising from Vicissitude." '' See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again. The meanest flow'ret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are
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 101 - 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 168 - Seen him I have, but in his happier hour Of social pleasure, ill-exchanged for power : Seen him uncumbered with the venal tribe, Smile without art, and win without a bribe. Would he oblige me ? Let me only find He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Page 449 - soon, on any call of patriotism or necessity, it would assume the likeness of an animated thing, instinct with life and motion,—how soon it would ruffle, as it were, its swelling plumage,—how quickly it would put forth all its beauty and its bravery, collect its scattered elements of strength, and awaken its dormant thunder.
Page 101 - 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
Page 313 - impelling host, The blue-ey'd myriads from the Baltic coast; The prostrate South to the destroyer yields Her boasted titles, and her golden fields : With grim delight the brood of Winter view A brighter day, and heav'ns of azure hue, Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose, And quaff the pendent vintage as it grows.
Page 95 - And now all Nature seemed in love, The lusty sap began to move ; New juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled flie. There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.