The Indicator, Volumen1Leigh Hunt J. Appleyard, 1820 |
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Leigh Hunt. " Sit we , I pray ; and let us sweetly hear The strains melodious with a raptured ear ; For soft retreats , and night's impressive hour , To harmony fmpart divinest power . It will be our business , where a quotation from the ...
Leigh Hunt. " Sit we , I pray ; and let us sweetly hear The strains melodious with a raptured ear ; For soft retreats , and night's impressive hour , To harmony fmpart divinest power . It will be our business , where a quotation from the ...
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... hear how Handel com- posed . COUNTRY HOUSES NEAR TOWN . We have often wondered , in the midst of the trees and fields , how people can be aware of the existence of such beautiful things , and not long to enjoy them : -we mean , of ...
... hear how Handel com- posed . COUNTRY HOUSES NEAR TOWN . We have often wondered , in the midst of the trees and fields , how people can be aware of the existence of such beautiful things , and not long to enjoy them : -we mean , of ...
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... hears those delightful dancing airs which have been collected and published in this country . The chief , or rather the only place of assemblage for the inhabitants of Venice out of doors ( for they have a fine opera and multitudes of ...
... hears those delightful dancing airs which have been collected and published in this country . The chief , or rather the only place of assemblage for the inhabitants of Venice out of doors ( for they have a fine opera and multitudes of ...
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... hear the footsteps of the horse ; and lastly , the lady herself , with a downcast but not a shame- faced eye , looking towards the earth through her flowing locks , and riding through the dumb and deserted streets , like an angelic ...
... hear the footsteps of the horse ; and lastly , the lady herself , with a downcast but not a shame- faced eye , looking towards the earth through her flowing locks , and riding through the dumb and deserted streets , like an angelic ...
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... hear the Syrens : but the Palmer his com- panion dissuades him ; When suddeinly a grosse fog over spred With his dull vapour all that desert has , And heaven's chearefull face enveloped , That all things one , and one as nothing was ...
... hear the Syrens : but the Palmer his com- panion dissuades him ; When suddeinly a grosse fog over spred With his dull vapour all that desert has , And heaven's chearefull face enveloped , That all things one , and one as nothing was ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...