The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, 1-2. kötetWiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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18. oldal
... heart was buried with her , and placed upon her bosom a thing that looks like the fantastic incoherence of a dream . It is well we did not know of her presence when at school ; otherwise , after reading one of Shakspeare's tragedies ...
... heart was buried with her , and placed upon her bosom a thing that looks like the fantastic incoherence of a dream . It is well we did not know of her presence when at school ; otherwise , after reading one of Shakspeare's tragedies ...
25. oldal
... hearts " ) . " Entertain hopes ; mirth rather than joy " ( that is to say , cheerfulness rather than boisterous merriment ) ; " variety of delights rather than surfeit of them ; wonder and admiration , and therefore novelties ; studies ...
... hearts " ) . " Entertain hopes ; mirth rather than joy " ( that is to say , cheerfulness rather than boisterous merriment ) ; " variety of delights rather than surfeit of them ; wonder and admiration , and therefore novelties ; studies ...
31. oldal
... heart of burning Troy . Plainly I saw them , standing in the light Which the moon poured into the room that night . And again , after they had addressed him- Nec sopor illud erat : sed coram agnoscere vultus , Velatasque comas ...
... heart of burning Troy . Plainly I saw them , standing in the light Which the moon poured into the room that night . And again , after they had addressed him- Nec sopor illud erat : sed coram agnoscere vultus , Velatasque comas ...
33. oldal
... hearts as cold , Nipt away at six years old . Thou , whoever thou may'st be , That hast this small field after me , Let the yearly rites be paid To her little slender shade ; So shall no disease or jar Hurt thy house or chill thy Lar ...
... hearts as cold , Nipt away at six years old . Thou , whoever thou may'st be , That hast this small field after me , Let the yearly rites be paid To her little slender shade ; So shall no disease or jar Hurt thy house or chill thy Lar ...
49. oldal
... heart followed him . She knew , they say , but two words of his language , London and Gilbert ; and by repeating the form- er she obtained a passage in a vessel , arrived in England , and found her trusting way to the metropolis . She ...
... heart followed him . She knew , they say , but two words of his language , London and Gilbert ; and by repeating the form- er she obtained a passage in a vessel , arrived in England , and found her trusting way to the metropolis . She ...
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176. 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...
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.
7. oldal - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tow'r...
197. oldal - 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.
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! (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.
212. oldal - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.