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 45
... all his life ; and still more pleasant , that he was rich enough to indulge it . The Ode was probably written at Binfield in Windsor Forest , when he was a happy child , living with his father and mother , and feeling the first delighted.
... all his life ; and still more pleasant , that he was rich enough to indulge it . The Ode was probably written at Binfield in Windsor Forest , when he was a happy child , living with his father and mother , and feeling the first delighted.
Pagina 46
Leigh Hunt. his father and mother , and feeling the first delighted power of making verses , in scenery fitted to inspire them . " APPY the man whose wish and care HAR A few paternal acres bound , Content to breathe his native air In his ...
Leigh Hunt. his father and mother , and feeling the first delighted power of making verses , in scenery fitted to inspire them . " APPY the man whose wish and care HAR A few paternal acres bound , Content to breathe his native air In his ...
Pagina 101
... father and mother , whose happiness in having such a son as me he could not enough admire . All the while he plied me with wine , and insisted upon my doing him justice , while I toasted health for health ; a circumstance which ...
... father and mother , whose happiness in having such a son as me he could not enough admire . All the while he plied me with wine , and insisted upon my doing him justice , while I toasted health for health ; a circumstance which ...
Pagina 112
... father's glance called a blush upon her countenance , and she then endeavoured to forget the superstitious tales she had been told in the convent . Meanwhile , Emily had been listening with deep attention to the discussion of what was ...
... father's glance called a blush upon her countenance , and she then endeavoured to forget the superstitious tales she had been told in the convent . Meanwhile , Emily had been listening with deep attention to the discussion of what was ...
Pagina 137
... father was a barrister , and is understood to have acquired considerable property in Ireland , in consequence of becoming secretary to the forfeited estates . John Buncle is evidently Amory himself . This is apparent JOHN BUNCLE ...
... father was a barrister , and is understood to have acquired considerable property in Ireland , in consequence of becoming secretary to the forfeited estates . John Buncle is evidently Amory himself . This is apparent JOHN BUNCLE ...
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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.