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, Volume 1G. P. Putnam, 1852 - English literature |
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... lady , whose posthumous " Essays " and " Reflections " mired in their day , was niece of Thomson's friend , Lord Chancellor Talbot ; and the " very young correspondent " to whom her pleasant letter is addressed , was daughter of the ...
... lady , whose posthumous " Essays " and " Reflections " mired in their day , was niece of Thomson's friend , Lord Chancellor Talbot ; and the " very young correspondent " to whom her pleasant letter is addressed , was daughter of the ...
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... 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 of kesar or of king . Sce in each sprite some ...
... 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 of kesar or of king . Sce in each sprite some ...
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... lady who addresses the knight " in these words " ( not related ) , and above all , the " dreary moors " at the commencement , and the light seen at a distance , have recurred , we think , oftener to memory in the course of our life than ...
... lady who addresses the knight " in these words " ( not related ) , and above all , the " dreary moors " at the commencement , and the light seen at a distance , have recurred , we think , oftener to memory in the course of our life than ...
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... lady in a shroud and black veil rose up in it , and stretched out her arms towards him ; at the same time the statues clashed their sabres and advanced . Sir Bertrand flew to the lady and clasped her in his arms — she threw up her veil ...
... lady in a shroud and black veil rose up in it , and stretched out her arms towards him ; at the same time the statues clashed their sabres and advanced . Sir Bertrand flew to the lady and clasped her in his arms — she threw up her veil ...
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... lady led him by the hand to the banquet , and sat beside him . The nymphs placed themselves at the table , and a numerous train of servants entering , served up the feast , delicious music playing all the time . Sir Ber- trand could not ...
... lady led him by the hand to the banquet , and sat beside him . The nymphs placed themselves at the table , and a numerous train of servants entering , served up the feast , delicious music playing all the time . Sir Ber- trand could not ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...