The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... turning a hopeless thing into a jest . It was like that ex- quisite picture of a set of laughers in Shakspeare ... turned on the toe , and down he fell With that they all did tumble on the ground , With such a zealous laughter , so ...
... turning a hopeless thing into a jest . It was like that ex- quisite picture of a set of laughers in Shakspeare ... turned on the toe , and down he fell With that they all did tumble on the ground , With such a zealous laughter , so ...
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... turned palms of our hands , while we discourse of manners and of man's heart and hopes , with at least a sincerity , a good intention , and good - rature , that shall warrant what we say with the sincere , CHAP . III . ] AUTUMNAL ...
... turned palms of our hands , while we discourse of manners and of man's heart and hopes , with at least a sincerity , a good intention , and good - rature , that shall warrant what we say with the sincere , CHAP . III . ] AUTUMNAL ...
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... turned by some writers of late times , is not so honorable . The whole story is as unvulgar and as sweetly serious as can be conceived . Drayton has not made so much of this subject as might have been expected ; yet what he says is said ...
... turned by some writers of late times , is not so honorable . The whole story is as unvulgar and as sweetly serious as can be conceived . Drayton has not made so much of this subject as might have been expected ; yet what he says is said ...
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... turned emulation to worship . Soul of the age ! Th ' applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage ! My Shakspeare , rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room ; Thou ...
... turned emulation to worship . Soul of the age ! Th ' applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage ! My Shakspeare , rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room ; Thou ...
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... turned to happy account by Virgil , and to a new and noble one by Milton . Virgil makes Æneas issue suddenly from a mist , at the moment when his friends think him lost , and the beautiful queen of Carthage is wishing his presence . Mil ...
... turned to happy account by Virgil , and to a new and noble one by Milton . Virgil makes Æneas issue suddenly from a mist , at the moment when his friends think him lost , and the beautiful queen of Carthage is wishing his presence . Mil ...
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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.