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Page 27
Just before I received the news of my poor boy's death , he sent me this lock of
his hair for you , to shew you how glossy and healthy Excuse me , my love ; -- the
tears blot out what I was going to write ; and so they ought . But I know well ...
Just before I received the news of my poor boy's death , he sent me this lock of
his hair for you , to shew you how glossy and healthy Excuse me , my love ; -- the
tears blot out what I was going to write ; and so they ought . But I know well ...
Page 30
With almost as much speed poor Kennedy returned to his lodging . We know not
what he was thinking about ; but he surprised the landlord with his exceeding
hurry to be gone ; and gone he would have been much sooner than he was , if it ...
With almost as much speed poor Kennedy returned to his lodging . We know not
what he was thinking about ; but he surprised the landlord with his exceeding
hurry to be gone ; and gone he would have been much sooner than he was , if it ...
Page 57
... entertain our thoughts ; but when the world itself is shut out from our
observation ; when the same mists that shut it out , come clinging round about us
with cold ; and when we think what the poor are likely to suffer from the
approaching winter ...
... entertain our thoughts ; but when the world itself is shut out from our
observation ; when the same mists that shut it out , come clinging round about us
with cold ; and when we think what the poor are likely to suffer from the
approaching winter ...
Page 81
We feel beset , like poor Tasso in his dungeon ; and are not sure that our paper
will not suddenly be conveyed away from under our pen . Already we miss some
excellent reinarks , which we should have made in this place . If the reader ...
We feel beset , like poor Tasso in his dungeon ; and are not sure that our paper
will not suddenly be conveyed away from under our pen . Already we miss some
excellent reinarks , which we should have made in this place . If the reader ...
Page 87
The good father , at hearing this detail , smiled at the anxious sincerity of the poor
pilgrim , and giving him the required absolution , promised to do his utmost to
bring forth the proprietor . In his next sermon , he accordingly dwelt with such ...
The good father , at hearing this detail , smiled at the anxious sincerity of the poor
pilgrim , and giving him the required absolution , promised to do his utmost to
bring forth the proprietor . In his next sermon , he accordingly dwelt with such ...
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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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