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Admiral afterwards ancient became Ben Jonson Bishop born brother Busby Cambridge Castle celebrated Charles Charter-house child Christ's Hospital Christchurch church classical College court death Dryden Duke Earl early Edward eminent England English Eton Eton College Evelyn exercises father favourite Fcap foundation genius gentleman George grammar grammar-school Greek Harrow Harrow School Henry Henry Havelock Henry VIII honour instruction ISAAC BARROW John Johnson King King's knowledge Lady language Latin learning letters Lichfield lived London Lord Lord Macaulay Magdalen College master mathematics memory mind mother natural never Oxford parish person poem poet poetry Prince pupils Queen received reign Richard Robert royal says scholars schoolfellows schoolmaster sent Shakspeare Southey taught Thomas took Trinity College tutor uncle University verses Westminster School William William of Wykeham Winchester Winchester College writing wrote young youth
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Strana 267 - English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Strana 145 - Lord, I my vows to thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew.'* May we not also say that when the evening hymn is heard, like the sounds that bid farewell to evening's parting plain, it fills the silent heart with devotion and repose : "All praise to thee, my God, this night,
Strana 266 - At fourteen, he had a stock of erudition that might have puzzled a doctor, and a degree of ignorance of which a schoolboy would have been ashamed. He had no ambition : his father was dead ; and he would have apprenticed himself to a shoemaker who lived near the school, had not the head-master prevented him.
Strana 52 - majesty now. He married my sisters with five pounds, or twenty nobles, each, having brought them up in godliness and fear of God. He kept hospitality for his poor neighbours, and some alms he gave to the poor; and all this he did of the said farm.
Strana 267 - the garb of the young Mirandola), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar — while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed the accents of the inspired
Strana 187 - poet. How vividly has he portrayed the teacher of a bygone age in these stanzas! In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we schoolmistress name; Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame : They
Strana 190 - Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights, th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way: Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade
Strana 187 - Her cap far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield: Her apron, dyed in grain, as blue, I trow, As is the harebell that adorns the field ; And, in her hand, for sceptre, she does wield Tway birchen sprays; with anxious fear entwined, With dark distrust, and
Strana 212 - We love the play-place of our early days; That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone The wall on which we tried our graving skill, The very name we carved, subsisting still; Though mangled, hacked, and hewed, not yet destroyed; The
Strana 162 - papa; for, I know not how, I had some slight idea that he was locked up there. My mother catched me in her arms, and, transported beyond all patience of the silent grief she was before in, she almost smothered me in her embrace, and