The Indicator, Tom 1Leigh Hunt J. Appleyard, 1820 |
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... master of the rosy art , Thou painter after my own heart , Come , paint my absent love for me , As I shall describe her thee . Paint me first her fine dark hair , Fawning into ringlets there ; And if brush has power to do it , Paint the ...
... master of the rosy art , Thou painter after my own heart , Come , paint my absent love for me , As I shall describe her thee . Paint me first her fine dark hair , Fawning into ringlets there ; And if brush has power to do it , Paint the ...
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... master - pieces of Palladio . Every noble family ap- pears to have once occupied a palace , some of them many palaces . They stand upon the principal canals , into which run smaller ones , all of them having their bridges . These ...
... master - pieces of Palladio . Every noble family ap- pears to have once occupied a palace , some of them many palaces . They stand upon the principal canals , into which run smaller ones , all of them having their bridges . These ...
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... master " of a theatre in Barbican . He appears also to have visited a tavern called the Sun and Moon , in Aldersgate - street ; and is known to have frequented , with Beaumont and others , the famous one called the Mermaid , which was ...
... master " of a theatre in Barbican . He appears also to have visited a tavern called the Sun and Moon , in Aldersgate - street ; and is known to have frequented , with Beaumont and others , the famous one called the Mermaid , which was ...
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... master's house , through the by - ways , with a coal - heaver's hat on . And the assertion was confirmed by some tradesmen who had seen him pass , and by some boys who had followed him with shouts and nick - names . The mystery supplied ...
... master's house , through the by - ways , with a coal - heaver's hat on . And the assertion was confirmed by some tradesmen who had seen him pass , and by some boys who had followed him with shouts and nick - names . The mystery supplied ...
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... master's look about him , " I beg your pardon , -but are you the Mr. Kennedy who has got my master's fortune ? " The other had been agitated already ; but the whole truth seemed now to come upon him as fast , as if it would squeeze the ...
... master's look about him , " I beg your pardon , -but are you the Mr. Kennedy who has got my master's fortune ? " The other had been agitated already ; but the whole truth seemed now to come upon him as fast , as if it would squeeze the ...
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Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...