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Page 9
We have not time to regret summer , when the cold fogs begin to force us upon
the necessity of having a new kind of warmth ; -a warmth not so fine as sunshine ,
but as manners go , more sociable . The English get together over their fires ...
We have not time to regret summer , when the cold fogs begin to force us upon
the necessity of having a new kind of warmth ; -a warmth not so fine as sunshine ,
but as manners go , more sociable . The English get together over their fires ...
Page 81
If the reader should meet with any of that kind hereafter , upon the like subject , in
another man's writings , twenty to one they are stolen from us , and ought to have
enriched this our plundered exordium . He that steals an author's purse , may ...
If the reader should meet with any of that kind hereafter , upon the like subject , in
another man's writings , twenty to one they are stolen from us , and ought to have
enriched this our plundered exordium . He that steals an author's purse , may ...
Page 89
As the sufferers were Jews , it might be thought that his conscience would not
have hurt him in those days ; but “ My Cid ” was a kind of early soldier in behalf of
sentiment ; and though he went to work roughly , he meant nobly and kindly .
As the sufferers were Jews , it might be thought that his conscience would not
have hurt him in those days ; but “ My Cid ” was a kind of early soldier in behalf of
sentiment ; and though he went to work roughly , he meant nobly and kindly .
Page 124
I looked in at church by ihe way ; but always used to feel as if I said a kind of
prayer in the fields , things were so beautiful there and grand . I remember there
were two chief clerks in our office , one of whom was a Methodist , while the other
...
I looked in at church by ihe way ; but always used to feel as if I said a kind of
prayer in the fields , things were so beautiful there and grand . I remember there
were two chief clerks in our office , one of whom was a Methodist , while the other
...
Page 137
... sees how vulgarity and the reverse of it may be produced by circumstances ,
and are not confined to this or that rank in life ; -one that is just conscious enough
of something graceful and peculiar , to feel that it has a kind of title upon it without
...
... sees how vulgarity and the reverse of it may be produced by circumstances ,
and are not confined to this or that rank in life ; -one that is just conscious enough
of something graceful and peculiar , to feel that it has a kind of title upon it without
...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
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| Title | The Indicator, Volume 1 |
| Editor | Leigh Hunt |
| Publisher | J. Appleyard, 1820 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 14 Jul 2006 |
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