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 Genera; Introduction, Том 1G. P. Putnam, 1852 |
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... took delight to feed , The plodding pattern of the busy dame ; Which , ever and anon , impell'd by need , Into her school , begirt with chickens , came ; Such favour did her past deportment claim ; And if neglect had lavish'd on the ...
... took delight to feed , The plodding pattern of the busy dame ; Which , ever and anon , impell'd by need , Into her school , begirt with chickens , came ; Such favour did her past deportment claim ; And if neglect had lavish'd on the ...
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... took up my country habitation . Adjoining to this I had my inclosures for my cattle , that is to say , my goats ; and as I had taken an inconceivable deal of pains to fence and inclose this ground , I was so un- easy to see it kept ...
... took up my country habitation . Adjoining to this I had my inclosures for my cattle , that is to say , my goats ; and as I had taken an inconceivable deal of pains to fence and inclose this ground , I was so un- easy to see it kept ...
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... and laid his head upon the ground , and taking me by the foot , set my foot upon his head : this , it seems , was in token of swearing to be my slave for ever . I took him • up , and made much of him , and AND OBTAINS A SERVANT . 67.
... and laid his head upon the ground , and taking me by the foot , set my foot upon his head : this , it seems , was in token of swearing to be my slave for ever . I took him • up , and made much of him , and AND OBTAINS A SERVANT . 67.
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... took up his bow and arrows , and came back ; so I turned to go away , and beckoned to him to follow me , making signs to him , that more might come after them . Upon this he signified to me , that he should bury them with sand , that ...
... took up his bow and arrows , and came back ; so I turned to go away , and beckoned to him to follow me , making signs to him , that more might come after them . Upon this he signified to me , that he should bury them with sand , that ...
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... took my man Friday with me , giving him the sword in his hand , with the bow and arrows at his back , which I found he could use very dexterously , making him carry one gun for me , and I two for myself , and away we marched to the ...
... took my man Friday with me , giving him the sword in his hand , with the bow and arrows at his back , which I found he could use very dexterously , making him carry one gun for me , and I two for myself , and away we marched to the ...
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Стр. 48 - 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. 170 - 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 ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Стр. 95 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell, Of every star that Heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Стр. 31 - 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. 168 - 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. 227 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the Sun upon...
Стр. 179 - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
Стр. 226 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 226 - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...