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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... returned to the porch ; and working up his soul to a full steadiness of resolution , he drew forth his sword with one hand , and with the other lifted up the latch of the gate . The heavy door , creaking upon its hinges , reluctantly ...
... returned to the porch ; and working up his soul to a full steadiness of resolution , he drew forth his sword with one hand , and with the other lifted up the latch of the gate . The heavy door , creaking upon its hinges , reluctantly ...
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... returned to my grotto brim - full of this amazing adven- ture , bemoaning my misfortune in being at a place where I was likely to remain ignorant of what was doing about me . For , says I , if I am in a land of spirits , as now I have ...
... returned to my grotto brim - full of this amazing adven- ture , bemoaning my misfortune in being at a place where I was likely to remain ignorant of what was doing about me . For , says I , if I am in a land of spirits , as now I have ...
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... returning , saw the very beautiful face my Patty appeared under in my dream ; and not considering that it was only a dream , I verily thought that I had my Patty before me , but she seemed to be stone dead .. Upon viewing her other ...
... returning , saw the very beautiful face my Patty appeared under in my dream ; and not considering that it was only a dream , I verily thought that I had my Patty before me , but she seemed to be stone dead .. Upon viewing her other ...
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... returned to my dock , I described to her how I procured the water we drank , and brought it to shore in that vessel . " Well , " says she , " I have sailed , as you call it , many a mile in my lifetime , but never in such a thing as ...
... returned to my dock , I described to her how I procured the water we drank , and brought it to shore in that vessel . " Well , " says she , " I have sailed , as you call it , many a mile in my lifetime , but never in such a thing as ...
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... returned again , kind angel , " said I , " to bless a wretch who can only be happy in adoring you ? Can it be that you , who have so many advantages over me , should quit all the pleasures that nature has formed you for , and all your ...
... returned again , kind angel , " said I , " to bless a wretch who can only be happy in adoring you ? Can it be that you , who have so many advantages over me , should quit all the pleasures that nature has formed you for , and all your ...
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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...