The Indicator, Volym 1Leigh Hunt J. Appleyard, 1820 |
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... true spirit of learning might have saved him he confounded utility with mere science . He forgot that for one instance in which mere science is necessary to our happiness , there are a hundred in which we have more to do with our ...
... true spirit of learning might have saved him he confounded utility with mere science . He forgot that for one instance in which mere science is necessary to our happiness , there are a hundred in which we have more to do with our ...
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... true , unsophisticated apple . Nothing else would have suited . " The apples , methought , " says Sir Philip Sydney of his heroine in the Arcadia , " fell down from the trees to do homage to the apples of her breast . " The idea seems ...
... true , unsophisticated apple . Nothing else would have suited . " The apples , methought , " says Sir Philip Sydney of his heroine in the Arcadia , " fell down from the trees to do homage to the apples of her breast . " The idea seems ...
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... true model of a popular state . The truth seems to be , that the good climate and chearful temperament enjoyed by the Venetians rendered them very easy subjects ; and this easiness had it's effect in turn upon their leaders , who with ...
... true model of a popular state . The truth seems to be , that the good climate and chearful temperament enjoyed by the Venetians rendered them very easy subjects ; and this easiness had it's effect in turn upon their leaders , who with ...
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... true immortality . The story of Godiva is not a fiction , as many suppose it . At least it is to be found in Matthew of Westminster , and is not of a nature to have been a mere invention . Her name , and that of her husband , Leofric ...
... true immortality . The story of Godiva is not a fiction , as many suppose it . At least it is to be found in Matthew of Westminster , and is not of a nature to have been a mere invention . Her name , and that of her husband , Leofric ...
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... true homage to the Supreme Being by enjoying his creation . He will be gratified at reading this paragraph on his second - Sunday morning . One of the best pieces of advice for an ailing spirit is to go to no sudden extremes , -to adopt ...
... true homage to the Supreme Being by enjoying his creation . He will be gratified at reading this paragraph on his second - Sunday morning . One of the best pieces of advice for an ailing spirit is to go to no sudden extremes , -to adopt ...
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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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Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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?
Sida 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.
Sida 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?
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...