The Eagle: A Magazine, Volumes 9-10

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W. Metcalfe, 1875
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Wiltshire Tracts Volume 62 part 6a / 1875 / 12 pages / pages 225-242 Article - Public Schools - Marlborough by H W S

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Page 203 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ; \ ' His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity : All must be false that thwart this one great end, And all of God that bless mankind or mend.
Page 9 - Work - work - work! From weary chime to chime, Work - work - work As prisoners work for crime! Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd, As well as the weary hand.
Page 261 - There is a spot in the churchyard, near the footpath, on the brow of the hill looking towards Windsor, and a tomb under a large tree (bearing the name of Peachie, or Peachey), where I used to sit for hours and hours when a boy. This was my favourite spot...
Page 168 - I love to see the look with which it braves, Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves.
Page 334 - Sulpicia est tibi culta tuis, Mars magne, kalendis: spectatum e caelo, si sapis, ipse veni. hoc Venus ignoscet: at tu, violente, caveto ne tibi miranti turpiter arma cadant. illius ex oculis, cum vult exurere divos, 5 accendit geminas lampadas acer Amor.
Page 356 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 91 - For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it.
Page 334 - Tyria voluit procedere palla, Urit, seu nivea candida veste venit. Talis in aeterno felix Vertumnus Olympo Mille habet ornatus, mille decenter habet.
Page 56 - Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum : Panditur ad nullas ianua nigra preces. Cum semel infernas intrarunt funera leges, Non exorato stant adamante uiae.
Page 225 - Go call a coach, and let a coach be called, And let the man who calleth be the caller; And in his calling let him nothing call, But Coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye gods!

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