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, Том 1G. P. Putnam, 1852 |
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... door imprisoning board is seen , Lest weakly wights of smaller size should stray , Eager , perdie , to bask in sunny day ! The noises intermix'd , which thence resound , Do learning's little tenement betray ; Where sits the dame ...
... door imprisoning board is seen , Lest weakly wights of smaller size should stray , Eager , perdie , to bask in sunny day ! The noises intermix'd , which thence resound , Do learning's little tenement betray ; Where sits the dame ...
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... door in melancholy thought , Mindless of food , he , dreary caitiff ! pines ; Ne for his fellows ' joyauce careth aught , But to the wind all merriment resigns , And deems it shame if he to peace inclines ; And many a sullen look ...
... door in melancholy thought , Mindless of food , he , dreary caitiff ! pines ; Ne for his fellows ' joyauce careth aught , But to the wind all merriment resigns , And deems it shame if he to peace inclines ; And many a sullen look ...
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... door , And like a rushing torrent out they fly , And now the grassy cirque han covered o'er With boisterous revel - rout and wild uproar ; A thousand ways in wanton rings they run ; Heaven shield their short - liv'd pastimes , I implore ...
... door , And like a rushing torrent out they fly , And now the grassy cirque han covered o'er With boisterous revel - rout and wild uproar ; A thousand ways in wanton rings they run ; Heaven shield their short - liv'd pastimes , I implore ...
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... door , creaking upon its hinges , reluctantly yielded to his hand- he applied his shoulder to it , and forced it open - he quitted it , and stepped forward - the door instantly shut with a thundering clap . Sir Bertrand's blood was ...
... door , creaking upon its hinges , reluctantly yielded to his hand- he applied his shoulder to it , and forced it open - he quitted it , and stepped forward - the door instantly shut with a thundering clap . Sir Bertrand's blood was ...
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... door , and it was long ere his trem- bling hands could seize it : but his utmost strength could not open it again . After several ineffectual attempts , he looked behind him , and beheld , across a hall , upon a large staircase , a pale ...
... door , and it was long ere his trem- bling hands could seize it : but his utmost strength could not open it again . After several ineffectual attempts , he looked behind him , and beheld , across a hall , upon a large staircase , a pale ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...