The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... asked Milton's permission to turn his Paradise Lost into a rhyming tragedy , which he called the State of Innocence , or the Fall of Man ; a work , such as might be expected from such a mode of alteration . The venerable 36 [ CHAP . X ...
... asked Milton's permission to turn his Paradise Lost into a rhyming tragedy , which he called the State of Innocence , or the Fall of Man ; a work , such as might be expected from such a mode of alteration . The venerable 36 [ CHAP . X ...
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... asked whether he had had any success , said , No , but in the course of the day he had had " a glorious nibble . " But the anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime ; yet it puts fellow - creatures to the torture . They pique ...
... asked whether he had had any success , said , No , but in the course of the day he had had " a glorious nibble . " But the anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime ; yet it puts fellow - creatures to the torture . They pique ...
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... asked a gentle- man present , ' why you like peas so much , beyond the usual one of their agreeable taste ? ' - ' No , Sir , none whatsoever : -none , I assure you ' ( here Goldsmith showed a great wish to impress this fact on his ...
... asked a gentle- man present , ' why you like peas so much , beyond the usual one of their agreeable taste ? ' - ' No , Sir , none whatsoever : -none , I assure you ' ( here Goldsmith showed a great wish to impress this fact on his ...
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... asking of course a thousand questions , and to all she had but one answer - Gilbert ! Gilbert ! She found her faith in it sufficient . Chance , or her determination to go through every street , brought her at last to the one in which he ...
... asking of course a thousand questions , and to all she had but one answer - Gilbert ! Gilbert ! She found her faith in it sufficient . Chance , or her determination to go through every street , brought her at last to the one in which he ...
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... asked who was in that fire which was divided at top , as though it had ascended from the funeral pile of the hating Theban brothers . " Within that , " answered Virgil , " are Diomed and Ulysses , who speed together now to their own ...
... asked who was in that fire which was divided at top , as though it had ascended from the funeral pile of the hating Theban brothers . " Within that , " answered Virgil , " are Diomed and Ulysses , who speed together now to their own ...
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The Indicatior: A Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Part 2 Leigh Hunt No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 176 - 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...
Page 37 - 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.
Page 191 - 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...
Page 75 - 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.
Page 7 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tow'r...
Page 197 - 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.
Page 191 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Page 37 - 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...
Page 79 - 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.
Page 212 - 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.