The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside, Niteet 1–2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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Sivu 5
... matters go , more sociable . The English get together over their fires , as the Italians do in their summer- shade . We do not enjoy our sunshine as we ought ; our cli- mate seems to render us almost unaware that the weather is fine ...
... matters go , more sociable . The English get together over their fires , as the Italians do in their summer- shade . We do not enjoy our sunshine as we ought ; our cli- mate seems to render us almost unaware that the weather is fine ...
Sivu 23
... matters . The mind may undoubtedly affect the body ; but the body also affects the mind . There is a re - action between them ; and by lessening it on either side , you diminish the pain on both . If you are melancholy , and know not ...
... matters . The mind may undoubtedly affect the body ; but the body also affects the mind . There is a re - action between them ; and by lessening it on either side , you diminish the pain on both . If you are melancholy , and know not ...
Sivu 24
... matters , that does not allow a wounded conscience to be curable by some means . Nature will work out its rights and its kindness some way or other , through the worst sophistications ; and this is one of the instances in which she ...
... matters , that does not allow a wounded conscience to be curable by some means . Nature will work out its rights and its kindness some way or other , through the worst sophistications ; and this is one of the instances in which she ...
Sivu 40
... matter . Death is common to all ; and a trout , speedily killed by a man , may suffer no worse fate than from the jaws of a pike . It is the mode , the lingering cat - like cruelty of the angler's sport , that renders it unworthy . If ...
... matter . Death is common to all ; and a trout , speedily killed by a man , may suffer no worse fate than from the jaws of a pike . It is the mode , the lingering cat - like cruelty of the angler's sport , that renders it unworthy . If ...
Sivu 41
... to be taught better . We do not say , that all anglers are of a cruel nature ; many of them , doubtless , are amiable men in other matters . They have only never thought perhaps on that side of the CHAP . XI . ] 41 ANGLING .
... to be taught better . We do not say , that all anglers are of a cruel nature ; many of them , doubtless , are amiable men in other matters . They have only never thought perhaps on that side of the CHAP . XI . ] 41 ANGLING .
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Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
admiration ancient Andrew Marvell animals appears Ariosto beauty Ben Jonson better called CHAPTER Chaucer coach Dæmon dance delight dinner door Doracles dream earth eyes face Falstaff fancy father feel fellow Formica rufa genius gentle gentleman Gil Blas give graceful hand happy head heart heaven horse human imagination Jonathan Wilds kind king knew lady lamprey Lazarillo Leatherhead lived look Lord lover master doctor mind mistress Morgante morning nature never night noble one's Orlando ourselves Ovid pain perhaps person Petrarch Phorbas pleasant pleasure poet Pomona poor proud queen reader reason river Mole round seems sense Shakspeare side sight sleep sort speak spirit stick story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion trees Triptolemus turn Vaucluse Virgil voice walk wife window wish word young
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 7 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tow'r...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 191 - Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.