The Carthusian, Wydanie 1S. Walker, 1837 |
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... Brother Schoolfellows , ( for we have doubtless laboured under the same " very worthy and approved good masters , " ) — I have just seen , and printed , by the way , on most attractive coloured paper ! -an announcement of the projected ...
... Brother Schoolfellows , ( for we have doubtless laboured under the same " very worthy and approved good masters , " ) — I have just seen , and printed , by the way , on most attractive coloured paper ! -an announcement of the projected ...
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... brother to brother in the honourable bonds of Carthusian fellowship ; and I think I may venture to assert that there is not one who leaves us at the pre- sent day who would not willingly add on his link to keep up the succession ...
... brother to brother in the honourable bonds of Carthusian fellowship ; and I think I may venture to assert that there is not one who leaves us at the pre- sent day who would not willingly add on his link to keep up the succession ...
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... brother , Living , no one knows how , on his pay , - If , just freed from nursery rule , The blush and the giggle † are there , — If she's fresh from a " finishing school , ” - My dear Nicodemus , beware ! If she's ever read Malthus or ...
... brother , Living , no one knows how , on his pay , - If , just freed from nursery rule , The blush and the giggle † are there , — If she's fresh from a " finishing school , ” - My dear Nicodemus , beware ! If she's ever read Malthus or ...
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... brother , and myself more prudently kept the high ground to watch the issue of the chase . " Out of breath , her bonnet dangling by one string behind , her cheek flushed with the exertion , her heart beating , and her dark blue eye ...
... brother , and myself more prudently kept the high ground to watch the issue of the chase . " Out of breath , her bonnet dangling by one string behind , her cheek flushed with the exertion , her heart beating , and her dark blue eye ...
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... brother felt annoyed at this change , Hawkhurst took care to silence his scruples , and seemed only to dread that Frank Town- shend might arrive before his scheme was fully com- pleted . It being supposed that he was on his way pre ...
... brother felt annoyed at this change , Hawkhurst took care to silence his scruples , and seemed only to dread that Frank Town- shend might arrive before his scheme was fully com- pleted . It being supposed that he was on his way pre ...
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Strona 263 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Strona 424 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Strona 252 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate : Death lays his icy hand on Kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Strona 463 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo...
Strona 480 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree : and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Strona 416 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still-expected rhymes. Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze...
Strona 413 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Strona 251 - True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Strona 252 - 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...
Strona 420 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.