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... the subject drop . NOTICE . - The next number of the RUGBEAN will not appear until Thursday , December 5 . CROSSLEY AND BILLINGTON , PRINTERS , MARKET PLACE , RUGBY . No. III . ] COMMON SENSE . - Common sense 8 THE RUGBÆAN .
... the subject drop . NOTICE . - The next number of the RUGBEAN will not appear until Thursday , December 5 . CROSSLEY AND BILLINGTON , PRINTERS , MARKET PLACE , RUGBY . No. III . ] COMMON SENSE . - Common sense 8 THE RUGBÆAN .
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... appear in your paper . But as I am neither a poet nor a wit , neither a politician , or a writer of romances , it requires some consideration as to what ticular style of subject I shall fix upon . You perhaps would advise me to wait ...
... appear in your paper . But as I am neither a poet nor a wit , neither a politician , or a writer of romances , it requires some consideration as to what ticular style of subject I shall fix upon . You perhaps would advise me to wait ...
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... though not with such deep feeling . But in his prose writings it is this imagery which gives his writing such a tinsel sort of character . In his life of Sheridan this particularly appears ; he is simpler , and there- fore THE RUGBEAN .
... though not with such deep feeling . But in his prose writings it is this imagery which gives his writing such a tinsel sort of character . In his life of Sheridan this particularly appears ; he is simpler , and there- fore THE RUGBEAN .
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Rugby sch. particularly appears ; he is simpler , and there- fore more successful in his life of Lord Byron ; but in all that we have seen of his , there is , to a greater or less degree , this same wildness and excess of imagery . Last ...
Rugby sch. particularly appears ; he is simpler , and there- fore more successful in his life of Lord Byron ; but in all that we have seen of his , there is , to a greater or less degree , this same wildness and excess of imagery . Last ...
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... appearing clever , the natural deduction with regard to their friend , drawn by each of his associates , must be , that there is only one subject on which he can possibly talk ; and besides this , he will most likely have been doing ...
... appearing clever , the natural deduction with regard to their friend , drawn by each of his associates , must be , that there is only one subject on which he can possibly talk ; and besides this , he will most likely have been doing ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Americanese Athens beautiful believe Bessie Big-side Bingham bright bright waves called calm character church Clement Cordery Covenanters cricket Crossley and Billington dark dead past death earth Eger England eyes fame fancy feeling fellow give glorious Gorgias Gosling Graham happy Harman hath heart heaven honour hope idea king labour language Lawrence Sheriff Leg byes light Lillywhite live look Marriott Martingell means mind morning mother nature never night Nimrod o'er opinion Parody perhaps Pickard Piran Plato pleasure poem poet poetry readers rest Robespierre romantic fiction round Rugby RUGBY SCHOOL Sandford seemed sense Shelley side Socrates song sorrow soul speak spirit style sure tell thee things thou thought tion told true truth TWOPENCE verse voice Wimberley wind wonder words write
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 26 - And all killing insects and gnawing worms, And things of obscene and unlovely forms, She bore in a basket of Indian woof, Into the rough woods far aloof, In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full, The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects, whose intent, Although they did ill, was innocent.
Seite 57 - Labour's fair child, that languishes with wealth? Go then! and see them rising with the sun, Through a long course of daily toil to run; See them beneath the dog-star's raging heat, When the knees tremble and the temples beat ; Behold them, leaning on their scythes, look o'er The labour past, and toils to come explore; See them alternate suns and showers engage, And hoard up aches and anguish for their age...
Seite 41 - Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain — She cannot fight the fear of death. What is she, cut from love and faith. But some wild Pallas from the brain Of Demons? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her place; She is the second, not the first.
Seite 70 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 57 - ... their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning, — though my clerk agreed, If fate should call him, Ashford might succeed ; Nor pride in rustic skill, although...
Seite 31 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Seite 41 - HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Seite 31 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Seite 110 - Men slander thee, my honest friend, And call thee in their pride, An emblem of their fickleness, Thou ever faithful guide. Each weak, unstable human mind A " weathercock " they call ; And thus, unthinkingly, mankind Abuse thee, one and all. They have no right to make thy name A by-word for their deeds : — They change their friends, their principles, Their fashions, and their creeds ; Whilst thou...
Seite 148 - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death...