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43. oldal
1 Steele's acquaintance with Pope , who wrote some papers for his Guardian ,
appears in the letters and other works of the ... whose conversation most likely
partook of the elegance and wit of his writings , and whose manners appear to
have ...
1 Steele's acquaintance with Pope , who wrote some papers for his Guardian ,
appears in the letters and other works of the ... whose conversation most likely
partook of the elegance and wit of his writings , and whose manners appear to
have ...
59. oldal
When Achilles , after his long and vindictive absence from the Greek armies , re -
appears in consequence of the death of his friend Patroclus , and stands before
the appalled Trojan armies , who are thrown into confusion at the very sight .
When Achilles , after his long and vindictive absence from the Greek armies , re -
appears in consequence of the death of his friend Patroclus , and stands before
the appalled Trojan armies , who are thrown into confusion at the very sight .
143. oldal
Camden thinks it may come from the German words Fred and Rand , Pure Peace
; and this appears a very likely etymology , for names alter strangely in making
the Grand Tour . Hernan Cortes . Flora , Lat . Flowery . Florence , a name both of
...
Camden thinks it may come from the German words Fred and Rand , Pure Peace
; and this appears a very likely etymology , for names alter strangely in making
the Grand Tour . Hernan Cortes . Flora , Lat . Flowery . Florence , a name both of
...
241. oldal
To our countrymen there will perhaps appear to be something , in parts of it , too
declamatory and full of ejaculation ; and it ... ing her looks , of course , with
sentiment and kindness , as well as with the more ordinary attractions . It appears
to us ...
To our countrymen there will perhaps appear to be something , in parts of it , too
declamatory and full of ejaculation ; and it ... ing her looks , of course , with
sentiment and kindness , as well as with the more ordinary attractions . It appears
to us ...
388. oldal
There appears to be something in the composition of humanity like what we have
observed in that of music . The musician's first thought is apt to be his finest : he
must carry it on , and make a second part to his air ; and he becomes inferior .
There appears to be something in the composition of humanity like what we have
observed in that of music . The musician's first thought is apt to be his finest : he
must carry it on , and make a second part to his air ; and he becomes inferior .
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3. oldal - 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...
347. oldal - 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.
344. oldal - 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.
347. oldal - 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?
345. oldal - 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.
88. oldal - 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?
347. oldal - 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.
11. oldal - 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.
44. oldal - 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.
189. oldal - 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...
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Indicator, 1. kötet |
| Szerkesztő | Leigh Hunt |
| Kiadó | J. Appleyard, 1820 |
| Eredeti forrása | a Michigani Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. júl. 14. |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |