The Shirburnian, Volume 1, Issue 1

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Page 40 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 45 - In the brier'd dell below; Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing To the nightmares, as they go: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Page 206 - Change and the Mall* — to mingle • " I have observed that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor ; with other particulars of a like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Page 135 - Three children sliding on the ice, Upon a summer's day, It so fell out, they all fell in, The rest they ran away.
Page 17 - Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope. Cecini pascua, rura, duces.
Page 8 - To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine...
Page 212 - And noblest, when she lifted up her eyes. However marr'd, of more than twice her years, Seam'd with an ancient swordcut on the cheek, And bruised and bronzed, she lifted up her eyes And loved him, with that love which was her doom.
Page 198 - That savours so much of relationship, That nothing occurs amiss; But a Cousin's lip. if you once unite With yours, in the quietest way, Instead of sleeping a wink that night, You'll be dreaming the following day. And people think it no harm, Tom, With a Cousin to hear you talk ; And no one feels any alarm, Tom, At a quiet, cousinly walk , — But, Tom, you'll soon find...
Page 211 - The great and guilty love he bare the Queen, In battle with the love he bare his lord, Had marred his face, and marked it ere his time. Another sinning on such heights with one, The flower of all the west and all the world, Had been the sleeker for it: but in him His mood was often like a fiend, and rose And drove him into wastes and solitudes For agony, who was yet a living soul.
Page 119 - It is a kind and accommodating spirit at which we must aim. When the two goats met on the bridge which was too narrow to allow them either to pass each other, or to return, the goat which lay down that the other might walk over him, was a finer gentleman than Lord Chesterfield.

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