The Indicator, Volume 1Leigh Hunt J. Appleyard, 1820 |
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... fear , the oldest superstition in the family . He stared about him awhile , amidst the candles , the curses , and the dropping blood ; and then went melan- choly , and killed himself . — Thus an honest man is driven into suicide ...
... fear , the oldest superstition in the family . He stared about him awhile , amidst the candles , the curses , and the dropping blood ; and then went melan- choly , and killed himself . — Thus an honest man is driven into suicide ...
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... fear of which , and the delay that it would cause , was almost enough to produce it . Not to men- tion that it was possible his mistress believing him dead , might too quickly enter into engagements with another , though he did not sup ...
... fear of which , and the delay that it would cause , was almost enough to produce it . Not to men- tion that it was possible his mistress believing him dead , might too quickly enter into engagements with another , though he did not sup ...
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... fear of tumbling to pieces . A friend of ours , who knows as well as any man how to unite industry with enjoyment , has set an excellent example to those who can afford the leisure , by taking two Sabbaths every week instead of one ...
... fear of tumbling to pieces . A friend of ours , who knows as well as any man how to unite industry with enjoyment , has set an excellent example to those who can afford the leisure , by taking two Sabbaths every week instead of one ...
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... fears , anger fretting inwards , subtil and knotty inqui- sitions , joys and exhilirations in excess , sadness not communicated " ( for as he says finely , somewhere else , They who keep their griefs to themselves , are " cannibals of ...
... fears , anger fretting inwards , subtil and knotty inqui- sitions , joys and exhilirations in excess , sadness not communicated " ( for as he says finely , somewhere else , They who keep their griefs to themselves , are " cannibals of ...
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... fear , and ignorance , and even the humility of knowledge are at hand to furnish them , where precedent is wanting . There is no doubt , however , that the Romans , who copied and in general vulgarized the Greek mytho- logy , took their ...
... fear , and ignorance , and even the humility of knowledge are at hand to furnish them , where precedent is wanting . There is no doubt , however , that the Romans , who copied and in general vulgarized the Greek mytho- logy , took their ...
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admiration Alcmena appears Ariosto arriving round beautiful Ben Jonson better body busie curious eye C. H. Reynell called Catherine-street Cephalus Chaucer Dæmon death delight divine doth flie face fair fancy Farinonna father favourite fear feel flowers Galatea gentle gentleman give grace hand happy head heard heart heaven honour horse human imagination INDICATOR Italian Joseph Appleyard kind king kiss lady Lamia lived look Lord lover melancholy mind nature never Newsmen night nymph Orders received Ovid pain perhaps Petrarch pleasant pleasure poet poetry Printed by C. H. Procris Pygmalion reader Rhampsinitus round about doth seems Shakspeare shew sleep speak SPENSER spirit stick story survey with busie sweet takes survey Tasso tasteth tenderly Tavistock tears tell thee Theocritus thing thou thought told Triptolemus Turks turn Venice voice word young
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Page 3 - 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...
Page 347 - 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.
Page 344 - 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.
Page 347 - 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?
Page 345 - 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.
Page 88 - 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?
Page 347 - 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.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 44 - 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.
Page 189 - 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...