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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... faces of things in our time as they have , and we are always ready to confront more if duty demand it . But we do not choose to be always suffering over again in books what we have suffered in the world . We prefer , when in a state of ...
... faces of things in our time as they have , and we are always ready to confront more if duty demand it . But we do not choose to be always suffering over again in books what we have suffered in the world . We prefer , when in a state of ...
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... face of Nature , that it cannot doubt the benevolence of her soul . Hence the inclusion in the present volume of knaveries and other half - witted activities out in the world , and of terrors and tragedies in solitude . Hence extracts ...
... face of Nature , that it cannot doubt the benevolence of her soul . Hence the inclusion in the present volume of knaveries and other half - witted activities out in the world , and of terrors and tragedies in solitude . Hence extracts ...
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... face . There is amusement for those who require nothing more , and instruction in the shape of amusement for those who choose to find it . We only hope that the " knowing reader " will not think we have assisted inquiry too often . We ...
... face . There is amusement for those who require nothing more , and instruction in the shape of amusement for those who choose to find it . We only hope that the " knowing reader " will not think we have assisted inquiry too often . We ...
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... faces of wit , thought , and affection . Time has proved the genius with which it is filled . nor " custom stale its variety . " and shall continue to read it to our dying day ; and we should not say thus much , especially on such an ...
... faces of wit , thought , and affection . Time has proved the genius with which it is filled . nor " custom stale its variety . " and shall continue to read it to our dying day ; and we should not say thus much , especially on such an ...
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... face , and thoughtfulness at heart : —the smile , for the assumption of dignity in its tone ; the thoughtfulness , for the human interest of the subject . It is Shenstone's masterpiece . Its playful imitation of the manner of Spenser ...
... face , and thoughtfulness at heart : —the smile , for the assumption of dignity in its tone ; the thoughtfulness , for the human interest of the subject . It is Shenstone's masterpiece . Its playful imitation of the manner of Spenser ...
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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...