The Indicator and the Companion: A Miscellany for the Fields and Fire-side, 第 2 卷

H. Colburn, 1835 - 352 頁




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第 133 頁 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice I And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry,
第 87 頁 - Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
第 59 頁 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
第 191 頁 - The ancients had little of what we call learning. They made it. They were also no very eminent buyers of books — they made books for posterity. It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much. The scholar, in Chaucer, who would rather have "At his beddes head A twenty bokes, clothed, in black and red, Of Aristotle and his philosophy. Than robes rich, or fiddle, or psaltrie...
第 330 頁 - To Hounslow Heath I point, and Banstead Down ; Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my own.
第 199 頁 - ... of fancy, and by indulging some peculiar habits of thought was eminently delighted with those flights of imagination which pass the bounds of nature, and to which the mind is reconciled only by a passive acquiescence in popular traditions. He loved fairies, genii, giants, and monsters; he delighted to rove through the meanders of inchantment, to gaze on the magnificence of golden palaces, to repose by the water-falls of Elysian gardens.
第 130 頁 - ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eye-lids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication ; A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me...
第 181 頁 - ... among my books, and walled round with all the comfort and protection which they and my fireside could afford me ; to wit, a table of high-piled books at my back, my writing-desk on one side of me, some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet; I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books ; how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afforded me, but for their making me love the very books themselves and delight to be in contact with...
第 45 頁 - Cicely went off with a gentleman's purse ; And as to my sister, so mild and so dear, She has lain in the churchyard full many a year.
第 110 頁 - Queen ; At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept, And from thenceforth those graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse. Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed, And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce : Where Homer's spright did tremble all for grief, And cursed the access of that celestial thief.