The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, 第 1-3 卷By the Editors, 1848 |
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... tell me not of thy sea - shells rare , Or the bloom of thy dewy flow'rs , But tell me of those who are resting there In the light of thy sunny bow'rs . Has the spirit fled from the flashing eye , Has the cheek grown thin and pale , Do ...
... tell me not of thy sea - shells rare , Or the bloom of thy dewy flow'rs , But tell me of those who are resting there In the light of thy sunny bow'rs . Has the spirit fled from the flashing eye , Has the cheek grown thin and pale , Do ...
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... tell her that life still remained . But that 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 ...
... tell her that life still remained . But that 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 ...
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... tell you they dote upon it- " but then the author does scandalize the world so ! " Perfectionists will find but little comfort from the writer of Jane Eyre . He has shown mankind as they really are : in total depravity at least the book ...
... tell you they dote upon it- " but then the author does scandalize the world so ! " Perfectionists will find but little comfort from the writer of Jane Eyre . He has shown mankind as they really are : in total depravity at least the book ...
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... tell of some dark passion burning within his soul . It was not awe , and it could hardly have been fear with which he inspired one , but yet it was a feeling very near akin to both of these emotions . One felt a dread of something ...
... tell of some dark passion burning within his soul . It was not awe , and it could hardly have been fear with which he inspired one , but yet it was a feeling very near akin to both of these emotions . One felt a dread of something ...
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... tell ? Who Maroncelli maimed ? Who Pellico Confined within a damp and noxious cell , Above whose outer gate the truth might show * The black inscription over Dante's Hell ! Abandon hope , ye who enter . PARTING . Calmly through pleasant ...
... tell ? Who Maroncelli maimed ? Who Pellico Confined within a damp and noxious cell , Above whose outer gate the truth might show * The black inscription over Dante's Hell ! Abandon hope , ye who enter . PARTING . Calmly through pleasant ...
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第 176 頁 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
第 215 頁 - 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.
第 40 頁 - 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...
第 16 頁 - 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.
第 228 頁 - 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.
第 178 頁 - ... 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.
第 219 頁 - 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.
第 67 頁 - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
第 242 頁 - 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.
第 257 頁 - THOU hast a charmed cup, O Fame ! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality.