The Mysteries of Isis; Or, The College Life of Paul Ramaine. A Story of OxfordT. & G. Shrimpton, 1866 - 330 páginas |
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Página 215 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 130 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Página 215 - When science' self destroyed her favourite son ! Yes ! she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low.
Página 145 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist. A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, But resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 134 - I am speaking now of the world as it is, not as it ought to be ; and the history of our own land, as well as every other, proves what I say.
Página 92 - I went to see her, but she'd gone, the neighbors say; The white man has bound her with his chain; They have taken her to Georgia, there to wear her life away As she toils in the cotton and the cane. My canoe is under water and my banjo is unstrung; I'm tired of living...
Página 259 - Prudens futuri temporis exitum Caliginosa nocte premit deus: Ridetque, si mortalis ultra Fas trepidat.
Página 49 - Smalls" Paul found himself one of about three hundred men who loitered about the wide quadrangle of the schools, all wearing white ties, and many with still whiter faces. They were waiting for the schools to open : St. Mary's clock was just on the stroke of half-past nine, and then the examination would begin. There are few more uupleasant things than waiting for an examination, but especially your tirst, in the schools...
Página 10 - Yet Paul's face was more likely to attract attention than that of many better-looking men. There was character strongly marked in the bold dark eyes ; in the finely-cut mouth, with lips rather too thin and too closely drawn together ; iu the broad, smooth brow — in the whole face, in fact. In looking at him people would notice this, and would not see that his hair w*« too long, or that his hands and neck were as brown a* a gipsy's.
Página 9 - How good of you to bring us this news, Mr. Benson !" says Mrs. Romaine, with sparkling eyes. " Not at all — not at all," answers Tom, getting on horseback as fast as he can.