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, Volumul 1G. P. Putnam, 1852 |
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Pagina 13
... better proof he has of the existence of the poor goods and chattels about him , which at that moment ( to him ) are non - existent ? " Oh ! " people say , " but he wakes up , and sees them there . " Well ; he woke down then , and saw ...
... better proof he has of the existence of the poor goods and chattels about him , which at that moment ( to him ) are non - existent ? " Oh ! " people say , " but he wakes up , and sees them there . " Well ; he woke down then , and saw ...
Pagina 30
... better for all parties , considering that a proper amount of healthy vigour , reflection , and su- periority to petty pains is to be secured by better means . It is not for its mode of infant training that the poem is here reprinted ...
... better for all parties , considering that a proper amount of healthy vigour , reflection , and su- periority to petty pains is to be secured by better means . It is not for its mode of infant training that the poem is here reprinted ...
Pagina 39
... better far than all the Muse's lyres , All coward arts , is valour's generous heat ; The firm fixt breast , which fit and right requires Like Vernon's patriot soul , * more justly great Than craft that pimps for ill , or flowery false ...
... better far than all the Muse's lyres , All coward arts , is valour's generous heat ; The firm fixt breast , which fit and right requires Like Vernon's patriot soul , * more justly great Than craft that pimps for ill , or flowery false ...
Pagina 54
... better with one person than with many . He was a very honest man , and very good at conceiving matters of fact ; but it is curious to see how impossible he finds it , even in a fiction , to present any thing to his imagination which ...
... better with one person than with many . He was a very honest man , and very good at conceiving matters of fact ; but it is curious to see how impossible he finds it , even in a fiction , to present any thing to his imagination which ...
Pagina 68
... better ; which I thought it very strange for one who , I had reason to believe , never saw a sword in his life before , except their own wooden swords ; however , it seems , as I learned after- wards , they made their wooden swords so ...
... better ; which I thought it very strange for one who , I had reason to believe , never saw a sword in his life before , except their own wooden swords ; however , it seems , as I learned after- wards , they made their wooden swords so ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...