The Indicator and the Companion: A Miscellany for the Fields and Fire-side, Volum 1H. Colburn, 1835 |
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... thing however which the hunt after a title is sure to realize ; -a great deal of des- pairing 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 great deal of des- pairing 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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... of insufficiency and perplexity . A few of our fogs , shutting up the sight of every thing out of doors , and making the trees and the eaves of FIRE - SIDES . 5 Autumnal commencement of Fires-Mantle-Pieces- Apartments for Study.
... of insufficiency and perplexity . A few of our fogs , shutting up the sight of every thing out of doors , and making the trees and the eaves of FIRE - SIDES . 5 Autumnal commencement of Fires-Mantle-Pieces- Apartments for Study.
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... things might have been expected , is notoriously less philosophical in his history than in any other of his works . A certain coldness of temperament , not unmixed with aristocratical pride , or at least with a great aversion from every ...
... things might have been expected , is notoriously less philosophical in his history than in any other of his works . A certain coldness of temperament , not unmixed with aristocratical pride , or at least with a great aversion from every ...
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... thing poetical from East Smithfield ? Yet there was born the most poetical even of poets , Spenser . Pope was born within the sound of Bow - bell , in a street no less anti - poetical than Lombard - street . Gray MEMORIES OF THE ...
... thing poetical from East Smithfield ? Yet there was born the most poetical even of poets , Spenser . Pope was born within the sound of Bow - bell , in a street no less anti - poetical than Lombard - street . Gray MEMORIES OF THE ...
Side 20
... thing They know they see , however absent , is Here our best haymaker : forgive me this : It is our country style : -In this warm shine I lie , and dream of your full Mermaid wine . • Mr. Bentham . * * + Mr. Hazlitt . Methinks the ...
... thing They know they see , however absent , is Here our best haymaker : forgive me this : It is our country style : -In this warm shine I lie , and dream of your full Mermaid wine . • Mr. Bentham . * * + Mr. Hazlitt . Methinks the ...
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Side 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?
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 260 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Side 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.
Side 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...