A book for a corner; or, Selections in prose and verse, with comments and intr. by L. Hunt, Volume 1Leigh Hunt 1849 |
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... for she was poor , lovely , and sensitive . She turned the knowledge to the greatest account , and lived to add precious matter to the stock . We flatter ourselves , or rather we dare to aver , considering the authors 2 INTRODUCTION .
... for she was poor , lovely , and sensitive . She turned the knowledge to the greatest account , and lived to add precious matter to the stock . We flatter ourselves , or rather we dare to aver , considering the authors 2 INTRODUCTION .
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... , yearned for the scenes of his boyhood ; and lived to be happy in them . The wish to possess a country - house , a retreat , a nest , a harbour of some kind from the storms and even from the agitating pleasures A 2 INTRODUCTION . 3.
... , yearned for the scenes of his boyhood ; and lived to be happy in them . The wish to possess a country - house , a retreat , a nest , a harbour of some kind from the storms and even from the agitating pleasures A 2 INTRODUCTION . 3.
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... lived in the place , if it were to be forty years ; and that keeping them in my reach depended entirely upon my per- fecting my inclosures to such a degree , that I might be sure of keeping them together : which , by this method ...
... lived in the place , if it were to be forty years ; and that keeping them in my reach depended entirely upon my per- fecting my inclosures to such a degree , that I might be sure of keeping them together : which , by this method ...
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... lived quite on the other side of the island , he would never have been so simple to leave a mark in a place where it was ten thousand to one whether I should ever see it or not ; and in the sand too , which the first surge of the sea ...
... lived quite on the other side of the island , he would never have been so simple to leave a mark in a place where it was ten thousand to one whether I should ever see it or not ; and in the sand too , which the first surge of the sea ...
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... lived . I understood him in many things , and let him know I was very well pleased with him . In a little time I began to speak to him , and teach him to speak to me ; at first , I made him know his name should be Friday , which was the ...
... lived . I understood him in many things , and let him know I was very well pleased with him . In a little time I began to speak to him , and teach him to speak to me ; at first , I made him know his name should be Friday , which was the ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...