The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, Volumes 1-3By the Editors, 1848 |
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... face ; his loved one , the only tie which bound him to Portugal , was no more , and he determined to leave forever his ungrateful coun- try . Proudly resentful of the neglect he suffered , he exclaimed in the words of the Epitaph of ...
... face ; his loved one , the only tie which bound him to Portugal , was no more , and he determined to leave forever his ungrateful coun- try . Proudly resentful of the neglect he suffered , he exclaimed in the words of the Epitaph of ...
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... face of freemen smile , And feel Restraint your very hearts devour ? Go ! Break your bonds — and teach the despot vile The life of Freedom by its first glad hour . V. One man our country has already had , Forbidding hope an equal one ...
... face of freemen smile , And feel Restraint your very hearts devour ? Go ! Break your bonds — and teach the despot vile The life of Freedom by its first glad hour . V. One man our country has already had , Forbidding hope an equal one ...
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... face wore a smile so sweet and gentle that it almost made one feel that it belonged to heaven rather than to earth . Perhaps it was an angel smile , with which one of those bright messengers had wreathed the lips of the child as an ...
... face wore a smile so sweet and gentle that it almost made one feel that it belonged to heaven rather than to earth . Perhaps it was an angel smile , with which one of those bright messengers had wreathed the lips of the child as an ...
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... face . Both he and Beethoven swore and shout- ed , while all the spectators roared with laughter . At last Beethoven himself join- ed the chorus , on looking at the waiter , who was licking in with his tongue , the gravy which bedewed ...
... face . Both he and Beethoven swore and shout- ed , while all the spectators roared with laughter . At last Beethoven himself join- ed the chorus , on looking at the waiter , who was licking in with his tongue , the gravy which bedewed ...
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... face of a friend to wear when greeting a friend , and would treat you with every mark of kindness and regard , but when you would look up and meet his glance , you caught a strange fire which burnt up all the feelings that had begun to ...
... face of a friend to wear when greeting a friend , and would treat you with every mark of kindness and regard , but when you would look up and meet his glance , you caught a strange fire which burnt up all the feelings that had begun to ...
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Page 176 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 67 - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Page 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.
Page 257 - THOU hast a charmed cup, O Fame ! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality.