A book for a corner; or, Selections in prose and verse, with comments and intr. by L. Hunt, Band 1Leigh Hunt 1849 |
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... imagination and reading . It is not the worst lot in the world . Turned to account for others , and embraced with patient cheerfulness , it may , with few excep- tions , even be one of the best . We hope our volume may light into the ...
... imagination and reading . It is not the worst lot in the world . Turned to account for others , and embraced with patient cheerfulness , it may , with few excep- tions , even be one of the best . We hope our volume may light into the ...
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... imagination . To reflect on the season when first they felt the titillation of love , the budding passions , and the first dear object of their wishes ! how unexperienced they gave credit to all the tales of romantic loves ! Dear George ...
... imagination . To reflect on the season when first they felt the titillation of love , the budding passions , and the first dear object of their wishes ! how unexperienced they gave credit to all the tales of romantic loves ! Dear George ...
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... imagination which does not come palpably home to a man's worldly or other - worldly interest and importance ; and how fond he is , whether alone or in com- pany , of being all in all ; of playing the " monarch of all he surveys , " and ...
... imagination which does not come palpably home to a man's worldly or other - worldly interest and importance ; and how fond he is , whether alone or in com- pany , of being all in all ; of playing the " monarch of all he surveys , " and ...
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... imaginations poetical ; and hence it is , that defect itself conspired to perfect and keep clear his astonishing impress of matter of fact , and render him an object of admiration , great , but not of an exalted kind . De Foe was in one ...
... imaginations poetical ; and hence it is , that defect itself conspired to perfect and keep clear his astonishing impress of matter of fact , and render him an object of admiration , great , but not of an exalted kind . De Foe was in one ...
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... imagination represented things to me in ; how many wild ideas were formed every moment in my fancy , and what strange unaccountable whimsies came into my thoughts by the way ! When I came to my castle , for so I think I called it ever ...
... imagination represented things to me in ; how many wild ideas were formed every moment in my fancy , and what strange unaccountable whimsies came into my thoughts by the way ! When I came to my castle , for so I think I called it ever ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admirable adventure Agnes Anfield appeared Banks baron beautiful boat Bougainville Buncle called carts castle chamber charming château Christian colour count creature Crusoe dark delight desert of Lop door dreadful extracts eyes father fear fire followed foot Foulahs gave Gil Blas greatest grotto ground hand head heard honour horse hour island Jack Bruce Khan kind Kubla Kubla Khan lady lake lamp length looking lord Ludovico madam Marco Polo mind MUNGO PARK MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO never night o'clock observed passages passed perceived person Peter Wilkins pleasure Prester John Provençal reader retired returned Robert Bage Robinson Crusoe Rubruquis sail Sartach savage seemed seen servants ship shore Sir Bertrand sleep Solander soon spirits stood stranger suffered sword Tartars things thought told took travellers trees voice voyages William wood words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 170 - 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.
Seite 171 - 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!
Seite 51 - It happened one day about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand : I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition...
Seite 165 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Seite 187 - The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these. "The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk; no wife to grind his corn.
Seite 167 - ... 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.
Seite 171 - 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.
Seite 163 - As when a vulture, on Imaus bred, Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds, Dislodging from a region scarce of prey, To gorge the flesh of lambs or yeanling kids On hills where flocks are fed, flies toward the springs Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams, But in his way lights on the barren plains Of Sericana, where Chineses drive With sails and wind their cany waggons light...
Seite 172 - 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...