The Indicator and the Companion: A Miscellany for the Fields and Fire-side, Volumul 1H. Colburn, 1835 |
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... Morning Chronicle . III . ADVENTURES of a YOUNGER SON . By CAPTAIN TRE- LAWNEY . 3 vols . IV . SIR RALPH ESHER ; or Adventures of a Gentleman of the Court of Charles II . 3 vols . Edited by LEIGH HUNT . Among the characters of note , of ...
... Morning Chronicle . III . ADVENTURES of a YOUNGER SON . By CAPTAIN TRE- LAWNEY . 3 vols . IV . SIR RALPH ESHER ; or Adventures of a Gentleman of the Court of Charles II . 3 vols . Edited by LEIGH HUNT . Among the characters of note , of ...
Pagina 45
... morning . Mr. Savage came as he had promised , found the chariot at the door , and Sir Richard waiting for him and ready to go out . What was intended , and whither they were to go , Savage could not conjecture , and was not willing to ...
... morning . Mr. Savage came as he had promised , found the chariot at the door , and Sir Richard waiting for him and ready to go out . What was intended , and whither they were to go , Savage could not conjecture , and was not willing to ...
Pagina 49
... morning and evening , and asked whether he had had any success , said No , but in the course of the day he had had " a glorious nibble . " But the anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime ; yet it puts fellow - creatures to the ...
... morning and evening , and asked whether he had had any success , said No , but in the course of the day he had had " a glorious nibble . " But the anglers boast of the innocence of their pastime ; yet it puts fellow - creatures to the ...
Pagina 76
... morning mist , when the sun rises between them on his glittering rocks . Dark is their rolling on either side , each towards its reedy pool . A great Enemy . - I love a foe like Cathmor : his soul is great ; his arm is strong ; his ...
... morning mist , when the sun rises between them on his glittering rocks . Dark is their rolling on either side , each towards its reedy pool . A great Enemy . - I love a foe like Cathmor : his soul is great ; his arm is strong ; his ...
Pagina 89
... morning right in our stern , and made wings of our oars for the idle flight , always gaining upon the left . The night now beheld all the stars of the other pole ; while our own was so low , that it arose not out of the ocean - floor ...
... morning right in our stern , and made wings of our oars for the idle flight , always gaining upon the left . The night now beheld all the stars of the other pole ; while our own was so low , that it arose not out of the ocean - floor ...
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Pagina 105 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Pagina 241 - 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...
Pagina 259 - 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...
Pagina 48 - 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 with the English man-ofwar, 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.
Pagina 287 - She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said — "I love thee true.
Pagina 287 - 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. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Pagina 267 - 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.
Pagina 260 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Pagina 105 - 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.
Pagina 8 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold, The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...