The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, Svazky 1–3By the Editors, 1848 |
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Strana 10
... earth . Like Homer , he was blind , and poor , and of uncer- tain nativity . Like Petrarch , he was early an orphan . Like Ovid , banished for love , in many of his sonnets he has bitterly mourned his tedious exile . Like the elder ...
... earth . Like Homer , he was blind , and poor , and of uncer- tain nativity . Like Petrarch , he was early an orphan . Like Ovid , banished for love , in many of his sonnets he has bitterly mourned his tedious exile . Like the elder ...
Strana 14
... earth was far below me , and the icy breath of the plane- tary spaces froze my humanity and my weakness . My heart asked " Whither ? " but the sound I uttered I could not hear , for we left its vibrations far behind . But at length the ...
... earth was far below me , and the icy breath of the plane- tary spaces froze my humanity and my weakness . My heart asked " Whither ? " but the sound I uttered I could not hear , for we left its vibrations far behind . But at length the ...
Strana 16
... earth - worms creep . " The vision passed and I awoke , To dream once more alone , No longer on my senses broke Loved Ocean's constant moan . The Moon came budding thro ' a cloud , Like a veiled Eastern Bride , The Cricket piped to the ...
... earth - worms creep . " The vision passed and I awoke , To dream once more alone , No longer on my senses broke Loved Ocean's constant moan . The Moon came budding thro ' a cloud , Like a veiled Eastern Bride , The Cricket piped to the ...
Strana 18
... earth , and whose forms are sleeping now in that quiet village churchyard , in the silence of the grave . They are num- bered with the departed , but their memories still live within my heart ; and though they are mournful memories ...
... earth , and whose forms are sleeping now in that quiet village churchyard , in the silence of the grave . They are num- bered with the departed , but their memories still live within my heart ; and though they are mournful memories ...
Strana 19
... earth was thrown in , sending back that dull and heavy sound so painful to a mourning ear . The earth was heaped up over the grave ; the sods laid neatly around it , and after the old minister had made a few remarks and returned thanks ...
... earth was thrown in , sending back that dull and heavy sound so painful to a mourning ear . The earth was heaped up over the grave ; the sods laid neatly around it , and after the old minister had made a few remarks and returned thanks ...
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Strana 176 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
Strana 215 - Yet what can it when one can not repent ? O wretched state ! O bosom black as death ! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged ! Help, angels ! make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ! All may be well.
Strana 40 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
Strana 16 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 228 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Strana 178 - ... gainst his love, Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them in any other form ; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, — though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement, — love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Strana 219 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Strana 67 - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Strana 242 - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
Strana 257 - THOU hast a charmed cup, O Fame ! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality.