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, Volume 1G. P. Putnam, 1852 - English literature |
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... beautiful to think how ignorant our grown memories are of prefaces to books of amusement that were put into our hands when young , and how intensely we remember the best extracts . What grown up people in general know anything of good ...
... beautiful to think how ignorant our grown memories are of prefaces to books of amusement that were put into our hands when young , and how intensely we remember the best extracts . What grown up people in general know anything of good ...
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... beautiful letter to his friend Conway in parti- cular , offering , in a way not to be doubted , to share his fortune with him ( see Correspondence , vol . i . p . 358 ) , ought to acquit him by accla- mation . The letter , here ...
... beautiful letter to his friend Conway in parti- cular , offering , in a way not to be doubted , to share his fortune with him ( see Correspondence , vol . i . p . 358 ) , ought to acquit him by accla- mation . The letter , here ...
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... beautiful twilight country , far from his un- resting self and vulgar daylight ; and not being able to give himself wings , he invented a wife that had them instead . Now a sweeter creature is not to be found in books ; and she does him ...
... beautiful twilight country , far from his un- resting self and vulgar daylight ; and not being able to give himself wings , he invented a wife that had them instead . Now a sweeter creature is not to be found in books ; and she does him ...
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... beautiful spot might be very well peopled . But , says I again , if there be any such beings as I am fancying here , surely they don't skulk in their dens , like savage beasts , by daylight , and only patrol for prey by night ; if so ...
... beautiful spot might be very well peopled . But , says I again , if there be any such beings as I am fancying here , surely they don't skulk in their dens , like savage beasts , by daylight , and only patrol for prey by night ; if so ...
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... beautiful creature I ever beheld . I then went to seize her in my arms , and the hurry of my spirits awakened me . When I got up , I kept at home , not caring even to look out at my door . My dream ran strangely in my head , and I had ...
... beautiful creature I ever beheld . I then went to seize her in my arms , and the hurry of my spirits awakened me . When I got up , I kept at home , not caring even to look out at my door . My dream ran strangely in my head , and I had ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...