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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... TASTE FOR PICTURES Jon . Richardson . 126 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE Gray . 136 66 140 Addison . 148 A LONG STORY SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY . From the " Spectator " Sir Roger's Household Establishment His Behavior in Church ...
... TASTE FOR PICTURES Jon . Richardson . 126 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE Gray . 136 66 140 Addison . 148 A LONG STORY SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY . From the " Spectator " Sir Roger's Household Establishment His Behavior in Church ...
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... taste the curiosity of it . He is the only man ( except a soldier or a gardener ) to whom an army list or an almanac would not be thoroughly disgusting on a rainy day in a country ale- house , when nothing else readable is at hand , and ...
... taste the curiosity of it . He is the only man ( except a soldier or a gardener ) to whom an army list or an almanac would not be thoroughly disgusting on a rainy day in a country ale- house , when nothing else readable is at hand , and ...
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... taste for the gaudy and the glaring , without making one moral reflection upon the danger of such false admiration as leads people many a time to burn their fingers . You will then begin to show great partiality for some very good aunts ...
... taste for the gaudy and the glaring , without making one moral reflection upon the danger of such false admiration as leads people many a time to burn their fingers . You will then begin to show great partiality for some very good aunts ...
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... taste ! Ne superstition clog his chance of joy , Ne vision empty , vain , his native bliss destroy . Near to this dome is found a patch so green , On which the tribe their gambols do display ; And at the door imprisoning board is seen ...
... taste ! Ne superstition clog his chance of joy , Ne vision empty , vain , his native bliss destroy . Near to this dome is found a patch so green , On which the tribe their gambols do display ; And at the door imprisoning board is seen ...
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... taste more careless hours In knightly castles or in ladies ' bowers . O vain to seek delight in earthly things ! But most in courts , where proud ambition towers . Deluded wight ! who weens fair peace can spring Beneath the pompous dome ...
... taste more careless hours In knightly castles or in ladies ' bowers . O vain to seek delight in earthly things ! But most in courts , where proud ambition towers . Deluded wight ! who weens fair peace can spring Beneath the pompous dome ...
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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.