The Literary Examiner: Consisting of the Indicator, a Review of Books, and Miscellaneous Pieces in Prose and VerseLeigh Hunt H.L. Hunt, 1823 - 412 sider Contains all parts of the 'Literary Examiner'. Originally published as No. 1, Saturday July 5, 1823 - No. 26, Saturday Dec. 27, 1823. |
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... Thou wilt make At night full oft thine head to ake , And in thy study so thou writest , And evermore THE LITERARY EXAMINER . 19.
... Thou wilt make At night full oft thine head to ake , And in thy study so thou writest , And evermore THE LITERARY EXAMINER . 19.
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... thou writest , And evermore of Love enditest , In honour of him and his praisings , And in his folkès furtherings , And in his matter all devisest , And not him ne his folke despisest , Although thou mayest go in the daunce Of hem ...
... thou writest , And evermore of Love enditest , In honour of him and his praisings , And in his folkès furtherings , And in his matter all devisest , And not him ne his folke despisest , Although thou mayest go in the daunce Of hem ...
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... thou believe i Faust . Say he believes ? Ah ! dearest , who can dare Ask the religious , ask the wise , And all the priest or sage replies But mocks the asker . Margaret . Faith , then , you have none . Faust . Do not distort my answer ...
... thou believe i Faust . Say he believes ? Ah ! dearest , who can dare Ask the religious , ask the wise , And all the priest or sage replies But mocks the asker . Margaret . Faith , then , you have none . Faust . Do not distort my answer ...
Side 41
... Thou loveliest , best , but most suspecting child . Margaret . My nerves so strongly it comes o'er , I feel , whene'er he joins us on our way , As if I did not love you as before ; As if I could not raise my voice to pray . That fancy ...
... Thou loveliest , best , but most suspecting child . Margaret . My nerves so strongly it comes o'er , I feel , whene'er he joins us on our way , As if I did not love you as before ; As if I could not raise my voice to pray . That fancy ...
Side 42
... thou not feel it shoot Under thy breast , e'en now , The pang thou darest not own , That tells of shame to come ? Margaret . Woe , woe ! could I dispel the thoughts Which cross me and surround Against my will . Chorus . Dies iræ , dies ...
... thou not feel it shoot Under thy breast , e'en now , The pang thou darest not own , That tells of shame to come ? Margaret . Woe , woe ! could I dispel the thoughts Which cross me and surround Against my will . Chorus . Dies iræ , dies ...
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Side 98 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, While the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray...
Side 307 - Around : the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed ; The woods sloped downwards to its brink, and stood With their green faces fix'd upon the flood.
Side 27 - He wrote this Polar melody, and set it, Duly accompanied by shrieks and groans, "Which few will sing, I trust, but none forget it — For I will teach, if possible, the stones To rise against Earth's tyrants.
Side 133 - So they came and called unto the porter of the city: and they told them, saying, We came to the camp of the Syrians, and, behold, there was no man there, neither voice of man, but horses tied, and asses tied, and the tents as they were.
Side 71 - And bid her steal into the pleached bower, Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun, Forbid the sun to enter— like favourites, Made proud by princes, that advance their pride Against that power that bred it.
Side 21 - ... was eminently delighted with those flights of imagination which pass the bounds of nature, and to which the mind is reconciled only by a passive acquiescence in popular traditions. He loved fairies, genii, giants, and monsters ; he delighted to rove through the meanders of inchantment, to gaze on the magnificence of golden palaces, to repose by the water-falls of Elysian gardens.
Side 119 - I will tell you something which may amaze you a little more, and I hope will frighten you. It is such men as you who madden the spirits and the patience of the poor and wretched; and if ever a convulsion comes in this country (which is very probable), recollect what I tell you : you will have your...
Side 106 - there was no matter," And proved it — 'twas no matter what he said: They say his system 'tis in vain to batter, Too subtle for the airiest human head; And yet who can believe it? I would shatter Gladly all matters, down to stone or lead, Or adamant, to find the world a spirit, And wear my head, denying that I wear it.
Side 132 - I take my subjects' money, when I want it, without all this formality of parliament?" The bishop of Durham readily answered, "God forbid, Sir, but you should: you are the breath of our nostrils." Whereupon the King turned and said to the bishop of Winchester, "Well, my Lord, what say you?" "Sir," replied the bishop, "I have no skill to judge of parliamentary cases." The King answered, "No put-offs, my Lord; answer me presently.
Side 307 - Its outlet dash'd into a deep cascade, Sparkling with foam, until again subsiding, Its shriller echoes — like an infant made Quiet— sank into softer ripples...