The Indicator, Volume 1Leigh Hunt J. Appleyard, 1820 |
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... poetry that flourished so widely among us till of late years . Take the passage for instance , where the lovers in the Merchant of Venice seat themselves on a bank by moonlight : - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here ...
... poetry that flourished so widely among us till of late years . Take the passage for instance , where the lovers in the Merchant of Venice seat themselves on a bank by moonlight : - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here ...
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... poetry . He was separated by his monstrous appearance from human - kind , and yet in his heart and inclinations he sympathised with them . The want of this sym- pathy from others made him ireful , revengeful , impious . What moral can ...
... poetry . He was separated by his monstrous appearance from human - kind , and yet in his heart and inclinations he sympathised with them . The want of this sym- pathy from others made him ireful , revengeful , impious . What moral can ...
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... poetry . Marvell , though born later , seems to have been known earlier as an author . He was certainly known publicly before him . But in the political poems of Marvell there is a ludicrous Character of Hol- land , which might be ...
... poetry . Marvell , though born later , seems to have been known earlier as an author . He was certainly known publicly before him . But in the political poems of Marvell there is a ludicrous Character of Hol- land , which might be ...
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... poetry in general , shews the cuts and dis- quietudes of heart he must have endured . But unless the occasional hell of his own troubles , and his conciousness of the mutability of all things , helped him to discover the brevity of ...
... poetry in general , shews the cuts and dis- quietudes of heart he must have endured . But unless the occasional hell of his own troubles , and his conciousness of the mutability of all things , helped him to discover the brevity of ...
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... poetry , they would make her come to them , and dress herself at their last new toilet . In practical philosophy and metaphysics , they divest themselves of gross prejudices , and then think they are in as graceful a state of nakedness ...
... poetry , they would make her come to them , and dress herself at their last new toilet . In practical philosophy and metaphysics , they divest themselves of gross prejudices , and then think they are in as graceful a state of nakedness ...
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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 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 Strand.-Price 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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...