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, Band 1G. P. Putnam, 1852 |
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... began to ascend the second staircase . A dead cold hand met his left hand , and firmly grasped it , drawing him forcibly forwards he endeavored to disengage himself , but could not - he made a furious blow with his sword , and instantly ...
... began to ascend the second staircase . A dead cold hand met his left hand , and firmly grasped it , drawing him forcibly forwards he endeavored to disengage himself , but could not - he made a furious blow with his sword , and instantly ...
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... began to grow , I had planted them so very thick , I was forced to pull some of them up again . In this place also I had my grapes growing , which I principally depended on for my winter store of raisins , and which I never failed to ...
... began to grow , I had planted them so very thick , I was forced to pull some of them up again . In this place also I had my grapes growing , which I principally depended on for my winter store of raisins , and which I never failed to ...
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... began to take courage , and to peep abroad again : for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley - cakes and water ...
... began to take courage , and to peep abroad again : for I had not stirred out of my castle for three days and nights , so that I began to starve for provision ; for I had little or nothing within doors , but some barley - cakes and water ...
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... began to go abroad again , and went to my country house to milk my flock . But to see with what fear I went forward , how often I looked behind me , how I was ready every now and then to lay down my basket and run for my life , it would ...
... began to go abroad again , and went to my country house to milk my flock . But to see with what fear I went forward , how often I looked behind me , how I was ready every now and then to lay down my basket and run for my life , it would ...
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... began to come to himself ; so I pointed to him , and showed him the savage , that he was not dead ; upon this he spoke some words to me , and though I could not understand them , yet I thought they were pleasant to hear , for they were ...
... began to come to himself ; so I pointed to him , and showed him the savage , that he was not dead ; upon this he spoke some words to me , and though I could not understand them , yet I thought they were pleasant to hear , for they were ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...