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28. oldal
When he was pulled out , and had recovered from his first fright , he thanked the
young gentleman in as warm a way as he could express ; and taking fourpence -
halfpenny out of a little leathern bag , offered it him as a proof of his gratitude .
When he was pulled out , and had recovered from his first fright , he thanked the
young gentleman in as warm a way as he could express ; and taking fourpence -
halfpenny out of a little leathern bag , offered it him as a proof of his gratitude .
62. oldal
66 more . came to the spot at the time the young women were so employed : and
being , says our author , a young and lusty gallant , ” he fell to jesting with his
followers upon the bare legs of the busy girls , who had tucked up their clothes ,
as ...
66 more . came to the spot at the time the young women were so employed : and
being , says our author , a young and lusty gallant , ” he fell to jesting with his
followers upon the bare legs of the busy girls , who had tucked up their clothes ,
as ...
109. oldal
A correspondence however was understood to have gone on between him and
several noblemen about the court ; and there were those , who in spite of his
inattention to popularity , suspected that it would go hard with the young queen ...
A correspondence however was understood to have gone on between him and
several noblemen about the court ; and there were those , who in spite of his
inattention to popularity , suspected that it would go hard with the young queen ...
217. oldal
His young eye seemed to sparkle , out upon the world ; while she , bending
inwards , her , hands behind her head , watched him with an enamoured
dumbness . But this is the quiet of Spring . It's voices and swift movements have
come back ...
His young eye seemed to sparkle , out upon the world ; while she , bending
inwards , her , hands behind her head , watched him with an enamoured
dumbness . But this is the quiet of Spring . It's voices and swift movements have
come back ...
320. oldal
not young , though she had kept her young looks , for the grief which had broken
her heart seemed to have spared her beauty . When the rebel troops were
retreating after their total defeat , in that very wood I was so fond of , a young
officer ...
not young , though she had kept her young looks , for the grief which had broken
her heart seemed to have spared her beauty . When the rebel troops were
retreating after their total defeat , in that very wood I was so fond of , a young
officer ...
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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 |