A Book for a Corner, Or Selections in Prose and Verse from Authors the Best Suited to that Mode of EnjoymentLeigh Hunt J.P. Putnam, 1852 |
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Pagina 32
... 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 ...
Pagina 38
... 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 ...
Pagina 40
... 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 ...
Pagina 49
... 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 ...
Pagina 50
Leigh Hunt. turned back to find the 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 ...
Leigh Hunt. turned back to find the 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 ...
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Pagina 46 - 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 29 - 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 167 - And on her dulcimer she played, 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!
Pagina 166 - 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.
Pagina 226 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Pagina 137 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Pagina 167 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Pagina 226 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 164 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Pagina 17 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.