The Indicator, Том 1Leigh Hunt J. Appleyard, 1820 |
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... took to think- ing for itself ; but this was what neither Jew nor Catholic would tolerate . Perplexed by early prejudices ; called upon , as it were , by the voices of his ancestors to become a Jew ; making bold efforts to disengage ...
... took to think- ing for itself ; but this was what neither Jew nor Catholic would tolerate . Perplexed by early prejudices ; called upon , as it were , by the voices of his ancestors to become a Jew ; making bold efforts to disengage ...
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... took him out of it at last .. ANACREON'S PORTRAIT OF HIS MISTRESS . Αγε , ζωγράφων άρισε . Come , master of the rosy art , Thou painter after my own heart , Come , paint my absent love for me , As I shall describe her thee . Paint me ...
... took him out of it at last .. ANACREON'S PORTRAIT OF HIS MISTRESS . Αγε , ζωγράφων άρισε . Come , master of the rosy art , Thou painter after my own heart , Come , paint my absent love for me , As I shall describe her thee . Paint me ...
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... took him at his word ; and said she would . imagine the astonishment of a fierce unlettered chieftain , not un- tinged with chivalry , at hearing a woman , and that too of the great- est delicacy and rank , maintaining seriously her ...
... took him at his word ; and said she would . imagine the astonishment of a fierce unlettered chieftain , not un- tinged with chivalry , at hearing a woman , and that too of the great- est delicacy and rank , maintaining seriously her ...
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Leigh Hunt. her white legs remaining conspicuous , took her gentle way through the streets . * What scene can be more touching to the imagination , -beauty , modesty , feminine softness , a daring sympathy ; an extravagance , producing ...
Leigh Hunt. her white legs remaining conspicuous , took her gentle way through the streets . * What scene can be more touching to the imagination , -beauty , modesty , feminine softness , a daring sympathy ; an extravagance , producing ...
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... took away a portion of it's unpleasantness to the next generation , by associating his memory with the objects in it . We did not miss without regret even the " combs " that hung " dangling in your face " at a shop which he describes ...
... took away a portion of it's unpleasantness to the next generation , by associating his memory with the objects in it . We did not miss without regret even the " combs " that hung " dangling in your face " at a shop which he describes ...
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Страница 3 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank* Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Страница 347 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Страница 344 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away : Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain ; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Страница 347 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Страница 345 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Страница 88 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Страница 347 - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
Страница 11 - Give me leave To enjoy myself : that place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy, Deface their ill-plac'd statues.
Страница 44 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Страница 189 - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of Gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould, with gross unpurged ear...