The Etonian, Volume 1Knight and Dredge, John Warren, 1821 |
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... Lionel Vernon . It is a melancholy tale , and we cannot reflect without pain upon its concluding incidents ; but if the reader is weary of the moralizing humour which we have been indulging for a longer time than usual , he may not 2 P ...
... Lionel Vernon . It is a melancholy tale , and we cannot reflect without pain upon its concluding incidents ; but if the reader is weary of the moralizing humour which we have been indulging for a longer time than usual , he may not 2 P ...
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... Lionel Vernon was the only son of a Clergyman residing in Cumberland . It was , perhaps , a fortunate circumstance for him that his Mother died shortly after his birth ; for , as she was of an extravagant turn of mind , and carried her ...
... Lionel Vernon was the only son of a Clergyman residing in Cumberland . It was , perhaps , a fortunate circumstance for him that his Mother died shortly after his birth ; for , as she was of an extravagant turn of mind , and carried her ...
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... Lionel was an affectionate son , and it was long before he totally forgot the lessons which he received at that parting . He set out in his career with the firmest resolutions to avoid every thing by which he might incur not only the ...
... Lionel was an affectionate son , and it was long before he totally forgot the lessons which he received at that parting . He set out in his career with the firmest resolutions to avoid every thing by which he might incur not only the ...
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... Lionel soon began to give way to the arguments and solicitations of his friends at first he imitated only their follies ; afterwards he learned to participate in their vices ; the compliance , which was at first only absurd , became in ...
... Lionel soon began to give way to the arguments and solicitations of his friends at first he imitated only their follies ; afterwards he learned to participate in their vices ; the compliance , which was at first only absurd , became in ...
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... Lionel took no part in the discussion ; his heart could not but remind him at that moment that he had a Father whose every wish was centred in him , who had attended to all his wants , and had been indulgent to all his foibles . He fell ...
... Lionel took no part in the discussion ; his heart could not but remind him at that moment that he had a Father whose every wish was centred in him , who had attended to all his wants , and had been indulgent to all his foibles . He fell ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?