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ABARIS , A mysterious personage in the time of Pythagoras . He is said to have
received an arrow from Apollo , with which he rode through the air , and which he
afterwards gave to Pythagoras in return for the instruction of that philosopher .
ABARIS , A mysterious personage in the time of Pythagoras . He is said to have
received an arrow from Apollo , with which he rode through the air , and which he
afterwards gave to Pythagoras in return for the instruction of that philosopher .
Page 65
For instance , said he , when he tells us of that characteristic death of Ulysses in
one of the books of his Inferno , we ought to receive the information as authentic ,
and be glad that we have more news of Ulysses than we looked for . We thought
...
For instance , said he , when he tells us of that characteristic death of Ulysses in
one of the books of his Inferno , we ought to receive the information as authentic ,
and be glad that we have more news of Ulysses than we looked for . We thought
...
Page 73
They whose attention can be gravely arrested by it , are in a fit state to receive
any absurdity with their wits off ; and this is the cause , why less talents are
required to enforce it , than in any other species of composition . With this opinion
of such ...
They whose attention can be gravely arrested by it , are in a fit state to receive
any absurdity with their wits off ; and this is the cause , why less talents are
required to enforce it , than in any other species of composition . With this opinion
of such ...
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They addressed her , but received no They stepped gently towards her , and still
received none . The figure stood dumb and unmoved . At last , one of them went
round in front , and instantly fell on the floor . The figure was without body .
They addressed her , but received no They stepped gently towards her , and still
received none . The figure stood dumb and unmoved . At last , one of them went
round in front , and instantly fell on the floor . The figure was without body .
Page 169
And if rain comes on ! Oh ye gallant apprentices , who have issued forth on a
Sunday morning , with Jane or Susan , careless either of storms at night - fall , or
toils and scoldings next day ! Ye , who have received your new hat and boots but
...
And if rain comes on ! Oh ye gallant apprentices , who have issued forth on a
Sunday morning , with Jane or Susan , careless either of storms at night - fall , or
toils and scoldings next day ! Ye , who have received your new hat and boots but
...
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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...
Bibliographic information
| 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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