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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... heard ; and being out of sight of the smoke too , they would not have easily known what to make of it . Having knocked this fellow down , the other who pursued him stopped , as if he had been frightened , and I advanced a pace towards ...
... heard ; and being out of sight of the smoke too , they would not have easily known what to make of it . Having knocked this fellow down , the other who pursued him stopped , as if he had been frightened , and I advanced a pace towards ...
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... heard ( my own excepted ) for above five - and - twenty years : but there was no time for such reflections now : the savage who was knocked down recovered himself so far as to sit up upon the ground ; and I perceived that my savage be ...
... heard ( my own excepted ) for above five - and - twenty years : but there was no time for such reflections now : the savage who was knocked down recovered himself so far as to sit up upon the ground ; and I perceived that my savage be ...
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... heard the sound of several human voices , and sometimes very loud ; but though I could easily distinguish the articulations , I could not understand the least word that was said ; nor did the voices seem at all to me like such as I had ...
... heard the sound of several human voices , and sometimes very loud ; but though I could easily distinguish the articulations , I could not understand the least word that was said ; nor did the voices seem at all to me like such as I had ...
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... heard them , I persuaded myself I had rose in my sleep upon a dream of voices , and recollected with myself the various stories I had heard when a boy of walking in one's sleep , and the surprising effects of it ; so the whole notion ...
... heard them , I persuaded myself I had rose in my sleep upon a dream of voices , and recollected with myself the various stories I had heard when a boy of walking in one's sleep , and the surprising effects of it ; so the whole notion ...
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... heard no more of them for a great while ; so that at length beginning to grow ashamed of my fears , I became tranquil again . * * I passed the summer , though I had never yet seen the sun's body , very much to my satisfaction , partly ...
... heard no more of them for a great while ; so that at length beginning to grow ashamed of my fears , I became tranquil again . * * I passed the summer , though I had never yet seen the sun's body , very much to my satisfaction , partly ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
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. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.