The Indicator, Band 1Leigh Hunt J. Appleyard, 1820 |
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... thing however which the hunt after a title is sure to realize ; —a good deal of despairing mirth . We were visiting a friend the other night , who can do any thing for a book but give it a title ; and after many grave and ineffectual ...
... thing however which the hunt after a title is sure to realize ; —a good deal of despairing mirth . We were visiting a friend the other night , who can do any thing for a book but give it a title ; and after many grave and ineffectual ...
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... things in the intellectual and external world . Utility is only utility in as much as it conduces somehow or other to advan- tage and pleasure . Every thing that is truly pleasurable or beautiful is as useful as the most scientific thing ...
... things in the intellectual and external world . Utility is only utility in as much as it conduces somehow or other to advan- tage and pleasure . Every thing that is truly pleasurable or beautiful is as useful as the most scientific thing ...
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... thing only to be found in books ; as if there were no medium between the extreme of folly and that of injustice . Let them come out in the fields , and see . Let them read of the smaller country gentlemen , a class which has since ...
... thing only to be found in books ; as if there were no medium between the extreme of folly and that of injustice . Let them come out in the fields , and see . Let them read of the smaller country gentlemen , a class which has since ...
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... thing to admire and to love . If the Venetians have been thought to be of too amorous a disposition , they are acknowledged to be tempe- rate in every other respect , and to make excellent parents and kins- folk and it is to be observed ...
... thing to admire and to love . If the Venetians have been thought to be of too amorous a disposition , they are acknowledged to be tempe- rate in every other respect , and to make excellent parents and kins- folk and it is to be observed ...
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... thing of any fashion- able repute . All this , for some time , procured him a good reception ; but at last , people began to wonder , that though he got invitations from every body , he gave none himself . It was not even known that he ...
... thing of any fashion- able repute . All this , for some time , procured him a good reception ; but at last , people began to wonder , that though he got invitations from every body , he gave none himself . It was not even known that he ...
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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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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...