The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... sort of superstition in turn , and blinded him to the claims of every species of enthusi- asm , civil as well as religious . Milton , with his poetical eye- sight , saw better , when he meditated the history of his native country . We ...
... sort of superstition in turn , and blinded him to the claims of every species of enthusi- asm , civil as well as religious . Milton , with his poetical eye- sight , saw better , when he meditated the history of his native country . We ...
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... sort of human fish . Air is but a rarer fluid ; and at present , in this November wea- ther , a supernatural being who should look down upon us from a higher atmosphere , would have some reason to regard us as a kind of pedestrian carp ...
... sort of human fish . Air is but a rarer fluid ; and at present , in this November wea- ther , a supernatural being who should look down upon us from a higher atmosphere , would have some reason to regard us as a kind of pedestrian carp ...
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... Falstaff than any other of Shakspeare's characters ) used to be called upon for a story , with a view to a joke of this sort ; it being an understood thing that he had a privilege of CHAP . XII . ] 43 LUDICROUS EXAGGERATION .
... Falstaff than any other of Shakspeare's characters ) used to be called upon for a story , with a view to a joke of this sort ; it being an understood thing that he had a privilege of CHAP . XII . ] 43 LUDICROUS EXAGGERATION .
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... sort of additional dressing : " At sight of the dishes of vegetables , Goldsmith , who was at his own house , took off the covers , one after another , with great anxiety , till he found that peas were among them ; upon which he rubbed ...
... sort of additional dressing : " At sight of the dishes of vegetables , Goldsmith , who was at his own house , took off the covers , one after another , with great anxiety , till he found that peas were among them ; upon which he rubbed ...
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... sort which renders the bodily action feeble . Now , in nervous disorders , the muscular action may be as strong as ever ; and people may reasonably be allowed a world of ill- ness , sitting in their chairs , or even walking or running ...
... sort which renders the bodily action feeble . Now , in nervous disorders , the muscular action may be as strong as ever ; and people may reasonably be allowed a world of ill- ness , sitting in their chairs , or even walking or running ...
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admiration ancient Andrew Marvell animals appears Ariosto beauty Ben Jonson better called CHAPTER Chaucer coach Dæmon dance delight dinner door Doracles dream earth eyes face Falstaff fancy father feel fellow Formica rufa genius gentle gentleman Gil Blas give graceful hand happy head heart heaven horse human imagination Jonathan Wilds kind king knew lady lamprey Lazarillo Leatherhead lived look Lord lover master doctor mind mistress Morgante morning nature never night noble one's Orlando ourselves Ovid pain perhaps person Petrarch Phorbas pleasant pleasure poet Pomona poor proud queen reader reason river Mole round seems sense Shakspeare side sight sleep sort speak spirit stick story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion trees Triptolemus turn Vaucluse Virgil voice walk wife window wish word young
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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.