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 11
... human being , and all working to some social end . Hence he ap- proves of judicious and reflecting leisure - of domestic and social evenings of suburban retreats - of gardens of ulti- mate retirement " for good " -of a reading and ...
... human being , and all working to some social end . Hence he ap- proves of judicious and reflecting leisure - of domestic and social evenings of suburban retreats - of gardens of ulti- mate retirement " for good " -of a reading and ...
Pagina 20
... human nature reflected on them , and so be taught to know and to love everything , but to be reflected themselves as in a pocket mirror , and so interchange admiring looks with their own narrow cast of countenance . The universalist ...
... human nature reflected on them , and so be taught to know and to love everything , but to be reflected themselves as in a pocket mirror , and so interchange admiring looks with their own narrow cast of countenance . The universalist ...
Pagina 28
... human splendour . You have an absolute dislike to the vanities of dress ; and are likely , for many months , to observe the Bishop of Bristol's first rule of conversation , Silence , though tempted to transgress it by the novelty and ...
... human splendour . You have an absolute dislike to the vanities of dress ; and are likely , for many months , to observe the Bishop of Bristol's first rule of conversation , Silence , though tempted to transgress it by the novelty and ...
Pagina 30
... human interest of the subject . It is Shenstone's masterpiece . Its playful imitation of the manner of Spenser saved him from that inferior artificial style of the day , which injured the natural feeling of most of his other poems ; and ...
... human interest of the subject . It is Shenstone's masterpiece . Its playful imitation of the manner of Spenser saved him from that inferior artificial style of the day , which injured the natural feeling of most of his other poems ; and ...
Pagina 31
... humanity . A H me ! full sorely is my heart forlorn , To think how modest worth neglected lies , While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone , as pride and pomp disguise ; Deeds of ill sort , and mischievous emprize ...
... humanity . A H me ! full sorely is my heart forlorn , To think how modest worth neglected lies , While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone , as pride and pomp disguise ; Deeds of ill sort , and mischievous emprize ...
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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.