The Etonian, 第 2 卷

Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Walter Blunt
H. Colburn and Company and C. Knight., 1824



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第 97 頁 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
第 25 頁 - The greatness of Lear is not in corporal dimension, but in intellectual ; the explosions of his passion are terrible as a volcano ; they are storms turning up and disclosing to the bottom that sea, his mind, with all its vast riches.
第 35 頁 - Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all!
第 26 頁 - It is his mind which is laid bare. This case of flesh and blood seems too insignificant to be thought on; even as he himself neglects it. 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...
第 224 頁 - And it's oh! dear! what can the matter be? Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
第 20 頁 - 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 flushed her spirit.
第 197 頁 - With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.
第 24 頁 - Any title of her state, Though a widow, or divorced, So I, from thy converse forced, The old name and style retain, A right Katherine of Spain ; And a seat, too, 'mongst the joys Of the blest Tobacco...
第 132 頁 - The dead are like the stars by day ; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky...
第 21 頁 - Gainst women : thou thy siege dost lay Much, too, in the female way, While thou suck'st the labouring breath Faster than kisses, or than death. Thou in such a cloud dost bind us That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill fortune that would thwart us Shoots at rovers, shooting at us ; While each man, through thy...