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 General Introduction, Объемы 1-2Leigh Hunt G.P. Putnam, 1852 |
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... began to ascend the second staircase . dead cold hand met his left hand , and firmly grasped it , drawing him forcibly forwards he endeavored to disengage himself , but could not he made a furious blow with his sword , and instantly a ...
... began to ascend the second staircase . dead cold hand met his left hand , and firmly grasped it , drawing him forcibly forwards he endeavored to disengage himself , but could not he made a furious blow with his sword , and instantly a ...
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... began to grow , I had planted them so very thick , I was forced to pull some of them up again . In this place also I had my grapes growing , which I principally depended on for my winter store of raisins , and which I never failed to ...
... began to grow , I had planted them so very thick , I was forced to pull some of them up again . In this place also I had my grapes growing , which I principally depended on for my winter store of raisins , and which I never failed to ...
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... began to take courage , and to peep abroad again : for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley - cakes and water ...
... began to take courage , and to peep abroad again : for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley - cakes and water ...
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... began to go abroad again , and went to my country house to milk my flock . But to see with what fear I went forward , how often I looked behind me , how I was ready every now and then to lay down my basket and run for my life , it would ...
... began to go abroad again , and went to my country house to milk my flock . But to see with what fear I went forward , how often I looked behind me , how I was ready every now and then to lay down my basket and run for my life , it would ...
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... began to come to himself ; so I pointed to him , and showed him the savage , that he was not dead ; upon this he spoke some words to me , and though I could not understand them , yet I thought they were pleasant to hear , for they were ...
... began to come to himself ; so I pointed to him , and showed him the savage , that he was not dead ; upon this he spoke some words to me , and though I could not understand them , yet I thought they were pleasant to hear , for they were ...
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Стр. 167 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Стр. 135 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow ; As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe; And, redolent of Joy and Youth, To breathe a second Spring!
Стр. 221 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 224 - 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 gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Стр. 27 - 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...
Стр. 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. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 223 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Стр. 148 - As I was walking with him last night, he asked me how I liked the good man whom I have just now mentioned ? and without staying for my answer told me. that he was afraid of being insulted with Latin and Greek at his own table ; for which reason he desired a particular friend of his at the university to find him out a clergyman rather of plain sense than much learning, of a good aspect, a clear voice, a sociable temper, and, if possible, a man that understood a little of back-gammon.
Стр. 152 - I was yesterday very much surprised to hear my old friend, in the midst of the service, calling out to one John Matthews to mind what he was about, and not disturb the congregation. This John Matthews, it seems, is remarkable for being an idle fellow, and at that time was kicking his heels for his diversion. This authority of the knight, though exerted in that odd manner which accompanies him in all circumstances of life, has a very good effect upon the parish, who are not polite enough to see anything...