The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, Volumes 1-3By the Editors, 1848 |
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... seemed as if I moved through immensity , but un- consciously . A bewildering dizziness came over me . Shapes flit- ted dimly before my eyes , indefinable , yet beautiful . Music floated gently around , softer than the voices of girls ...
... seemed as if I moved through immensity , but un- consciously . A bewildering dizziness came over me . Shapes flit- ted dimly before my eyes , indefinable , yet beautiful . Music floated gently around , softer than the voices of girls ...
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... seemed as if the stroke of affliction had fallen upon them all . Slowly they moved along and so quietly they entered the churchyard that their own footsteps and the measured tolling of the bell were the only sounds to break the ...
... seemed as if the stroke of affliction had fallen upon them all . Slowly they moved along and so quietly they entered the churchyard that their own footsteps and the measured tolling of the bell were the only sounds to break the ...
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... seemed waking up from its slumber of ages , and rousing itself for a new effort , it endeavored to shake off the fetters of ignorance and superstition which had so long bound it in the dust . In England the active spirit of Edward III ...
... seemed waking up from its slumber of ages , and rousing itself for a new effort , it endeavored to shake off the fetters of ignorance and superstition which had so long bound it in the dust . In England the active spirit of Edward III ...
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... seemed to be now dying away . Both for the first time stood upon a common ground , when the proud Norman laid aside the language of his fathers and adopted another which they had so long looked down upon with contempt . This was a ...
... seemed to be now dying away . Both for the first time stood upon a common ground , when the proud Norman laid aside the language of his fathers and adopted another which they had so long looked down upon with contempt . This was a ...
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... seemed wil- ling to run the risk of writing a book and giving it out in his own na- tive tongue . It was an experiment which in those times of little reading , for a long while no author had the hardihood to perform . But the changes ...
... seemed wil- ling to run the risk of writing a book and giving it out in his own na- tive tongue . It was an experiment which in those times of little reading , for a long while no author had the hardihood to perform . But the changes ...
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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.