The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Bind 1–2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... look at the fair saviour of his native town , was said to have been struck blind . But the vulgar use to which this superstition has been turned by some writers of late times , is not so honorable . The whole story is as unvulgar and as ...
... look at the fair saviour of his native town , was said to have been struck blind . But the vulgar use to which this superstition has been turned by some writers of late times , is not so honorable . The whole story is as unvulgar and as ...
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... look back , be resolute , beware ! Forth issuing from steep lanes , the colliers ' steeds Drag the black load ; another cart succeeds ; Team follows team , crowds heaped on crowds appear , And wait impatient till the road grow clear ...
... look back , be resolute , beware ! Forth issuing from steep lanes , the colliers ' steeds Drag the black load ; another cart succeeds ; Team follows team , crowds heaped on crowds appear , And wait impatient till the road grow clear ...
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Leigh Hunt. diet or other habits . They may make a man look very great and philosophic to his own mind ; but they are not fit for a being to whom custom has been truly said to be a second nature . Dr. Cheyne may tell us that a drowning ...
Leigh Hunt. diet or other habits . They may make a man look very great and philosophic to his own mind ; but they are not fit for a being to whom custom has been truly said to be a second nature . Dr. Cheyne may tell us that a drowning ...
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... look at him ; which he did , with great satisfaction . Now such of us as have shaken hands with a living poet , might be able to reckon up a series of connecting shakes , to the very hand that wrote of Hamlet , and of Falstaff , and of ...
... look at him ; which he did , with great satisfaction . Now such of us as have shaken hands with a living poet , might be able to reckon up a series of connecting shakes , to the very hand that wrote of Hamlet , and of Falstaff , and of ...
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... look down upon us from a higher atmosphere , would have some reason to regard us as a kind of pedestrian carp . Now fancy a Genius fishing for us . Fancy him baiting a great hook with pickled salmon , and twitching up old Isaac Walton ...
... look down upon us from a higher atmosphere , would have some reason to regard us as a kind of pedestrian carp . Now fancy a Genius fishing for us . Fancy him baiting a great hook with pickled salmon , and twitching up old Isaac Walton ...
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 7 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tow'r...
Side 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.
Side 191 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.