A Book for a Corner: Or, Selections in Prose and Verse from Authors the Best Suited to that Mode of Enjoyment: with Comments on Each, and a Genera; Introduction, Band 1G. P. Putnam, 1852 |
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... night . " This is the sort of child we hope to be a reader of our volumes . When Gray and Walpole were at Eton , they partitioned out the fields into territories of which they had read in books , and so ruled over them and sent ...
... night . " This is the sort of child we hope to be a reader of our volumes . When Gray and Walpole were at Eton , they partitioned out the fields into territories of which they had read in books , and so ruled over them and sent ...
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... Nights . Our Sequestered Book ( for such , in our mind , we called it ) would hardly have seemed complete without a chapter or two about Sindbad or the Forty Thieves , or the retirement of the Fairy Banou . The book was to have been ...
... Nights . Our Sequestered Book ( for such , in our mind , we called it ) would hardly have seemed complete without a chapter or two about Sindbad or the Forty Thieves , or the retirement of the Fairy Banou . The book was to have been ...
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... night ; study and ease , Together mix'd ; sweet recreation ; And innocence , which most doth please With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown ; Thus unlamented let me die ; Steal from the world , and not a stone . Tell where ...
... night ; study and ease , Together mix'd ; sweet recreation ; And innocence , which most doth please With meditation . Thus let me live , unseen , unknown ; Thus unlamented let me die ; Steal from the world , and not a stone . Tell where ...
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... Nights . We cannot read them to this day without feeling a sort of thrilling and desolate evening gloom fall upon our mind ; nor can we ever see a piece of moorland , or a distant light at the close of day , without thinking of them ...
... Nights . We cannot read them to this day without feeling a sort of thrilling and desolate evening gloom fall upon our mind ; nor can we ever see a piece of moorland , or a distant light at the close of day , without thinking of them ...
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... Night overtook him in this situation . It was one of those nights when the moon gives a faint glimmering of light through the thick black clouds of a louring sky . Now and then she emerged in full splendour from her veil , and then ...
... Night overtook him in this situation . It was one of those nights when the moon gives a faint glimmering of light through the thick black clouds of a louring sky . Now and then she emerged in full splendour from her veil , and then ...
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Seite 48 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Seite 170 - 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 ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Seite 95 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell, Of every star that Heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 31 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
Seite 168 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 227 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the Sun upon...
Seite 179 - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
Seite 226 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Seite 226 - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...