The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, Svazky 1–3By the Editors, 1848 |
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Strana 6
... heart . True to his love , he was also true to his country , and he wrought as fiercely in war as he had sweetly and ... heart ; it transforms fond hope into despair ! Add to this the loss , which he then sustained , of the lady of his ...
... heart . True to his love , he was also true to his country , and he wrought as fiercely in war as he had sweetly and ... heart ; it transforms fond hope into despair ! Add to this the loss , which he then sustained , of the lady of his ...
Strana 14
... heart , crushing it together . Then I was whirled swiftly away , clasped round by the arms of motion . Away ! the earth was far below me , and the icy breath of the plane- tary spaces froze my humanity and my weakness . My heart asked ...
... heart , crushing it together . Then I was whirled swiftly away , clasped round by the arms of motion . Away ! the earth was far below me , and the icy breath of the plane- tary spaces froze my humanity and my weakness . My heart asked ...
Strana 15
... heart . There was a thrill of life through my members , and my soul awoke . It was a dream . It was the strange wanderings of an unguided spirit . The scene of loveliness played before me - it was the re- sponse of Fancy to the soul's ...
... heart . There was a thrill of life through my members , and my soul awoke . It was a dream . It was the strange wanderings of an unguided spirit . The scene of loveliness played before me - it was the re- sponse of Fancy to the soul's ...
Strana 19
... heart had ceased to beat forever , and the hand which the mother now took with- in her own was stiff and cold as marble . Still she did not weep . She could not . Her eyes were as dry as though the fountain of tears had been sapped by ...
... heart had ceased to beat forever , and the hand which the mother now took with- in her own was stiff and cold as marble . Still she did not weep . She could not . Her eyes were as dry as though the fountain of tears had been sapped by ...
Strana 29
... heart- to cherish one's own peculiarities , and look within one's self rather than to the world without for motives ... heart , as it gradually becomes subdued and purified , and feel himself more injured than improved by the study ...
... heart- to cherish one's own peculiarities , and look within one's self rather than to the world without for motives ... heart , as it gradually becomes subdued and purified , and feel himself more injured than improved by the study ...
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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.