The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... pain of death . The day came ; and Coventry , it may be imagined , was silent as death . The lady went out at the palace door , was set on horse- back , and at the same time divested of her wrapping garment , as if she had been going ...
... pain of death . The day came ; and Coventry , it may be imagined , was silent as death . The lady went out at the palace door , was set on horse- back , and at the same time divested of her wrapping garment , as if she had been going ...
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... painful sympathy with the distresses of others becomes a part of the very health of our minds . For instance , we can never go through St. Giles's , but the sense of the extravagant inequalities in human condition presses more forcibly ...
... painful sympathy with the distresses of others becomes a part of the very health of our minds . For instance , we can never go through St. Giles's , but the sense of the extravagant inequalities in human condition presses more forcibly ...
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... pain on both . If you are melancholy , and know not why , be assured it must arise entirely from some physical weakness ; and do your best to strengthen yourself . The blood of the melancholy man is thick and slow ; the blood of a ...
... pain on both . If you are melancholy , and know not why , be assured it must arise entirely from some physical weakness ; and do your best to strengthen yourself . The blood of the melancholy man is thick and slow ; the blood of a ...
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... something known or of the patient knows not what ; -a vague sense of terror , - an impulse , an apprehension of ill , -dwelling upon some pain- ful and worrying thought . Now this suffering is invariably CHAP . XIV . ] 51 NERVOUS DISORDERS.
... something known or of the patient knows not what ; -a vague sense of terror , - an impulse , an apprehension of ill , -dwelling upon some pain- ful and worrying thought . Now this suffering is invariably CHAP . XIV . ] 51 NERVOUS DISORDERS.
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... blood and wounds . A child has a rea- sonable respect for a Raw - head - and - bloody - bones , because all images whatsoever of pain and terror are new and fearful 76 [ CHAP . XIX . THE INDICATOR . A TALE FOR A CHIMNEY CORNER.
... blood and wounds . A child has a rea- sonable respect for a Raw - head - and - bloody - bones , because all images whatsoever of pain and terror are new and fearful 76 [ CHAP . XIX . THE INDICATOR . A TALE FOR A CHIMNEY CORNER.
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The Indicatior: A Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Part 2 Leigh Hunt No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 176 - 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...
Page 37 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, 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.
Page 191 - 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...
Page 75 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 7 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tow'r...
Page 197 - 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.
Page 191 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Page 37 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two 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...
Page 79 - See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel! 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.
Page 212 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "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.