The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, 1-2. kötetWiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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7. oldal
... human frailty . 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 ...
... human frailty . 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 ...
15. oldal
... human condition presses more forcibly upon us ; and yet some pleasant images are at hand , even there , to refresh it . They do not dis- place the others so as to injure the sense of public duty which they excite ; they only serve to ...
... human condition presses more forcibly upon us ; and yet some pleasant images are at hand , even there , to refresh it . They do not dis- place the others so as to injure the sense of public duty which they excite ; they only serve to ...
32. oldal
... human images . Some were made of wax , some of stone , and others doubtless of any material for sculp- ture . They were represented with good - natured grinning coun- tenances , were clothed in skins , and had little dogs at their feet ...
... human images . Some were made of wax , some of stone , and others doubtless of any material for sculp- ture . They were represented with good - natured grinning coun- tenances , were clothed in skins , and had little dogs at their feet ...
41. oldal
... human fish . Air is but a rarer fluid ; and at present , in this November wea- ther , a supernatural being who should look down upon us from a higher atmosphere , would have some reason to regard us as a kind of pedestrian carp . Now ...
... human fish . Air is but a rarer fluid ; and at present , in this November wea- ther , a supernatural being who should look down upon us from a higher atmosphere , would have some reason to regard us as a kind of pedestrian carp . Now ...
55. oldal
... who are the common friends that keep up the inter- course between nature and humanity , have in numberless pas- sages done justice to these our melancholy visitors , and CHAP . XV . ] 55 MISTS AND FOGS . 55 MISTS AND FOGS.
... who are the common friends that keep up the inter- course between nature and humanity , have in numberless pas- sages done justice to these our melancholy visitors , and CHAP . XV . ] 55 MISTS AND FOGS . 55 MISTS AND FOGS.
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The Indicatior: A Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside Leigh Hunt Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
The Indicatior: A Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Part 2 Leigh Hunt Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Népszerű szakaszok
101. oldal - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
4. 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...
37. oldal - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
191. oldal - Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell: Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did...
75. oldal - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
191. oldal - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
37. oldal - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
79. oldal - See ! see ! (I cried) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel ! ' The western wave was all a-flame, The day was well-nigh done ! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun ; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun.
65. oldal - Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
197. oldal - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.