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 |
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... heart had they to sing . For she was just , and friend to virtuous lore , And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed ; And in those elfins ' ears would oft deplore The times when Truth by Popish rage did bleed , And tortuous death was ...
... heart had they to sing . For she was just , and friend to virtuous lore , And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed ; And in those elfins ' ears would oft deplore The times when Truth by Popish rage did bleed , And tortuous death was ...
Page 43
... heart - rings with mottos ; the stone itself more worth , the filings more gentle and agreeable . Alexander , at the head of the world , never tasted the true pleasure that boys of his own age have enjoyed at the head of a school ...
... heart - rings with mottos ; the stone itself more worth , the filings more gentle and agreeable . Alexander , at the head of the world , never tasted the true pleasure that boys of his own age have enjoyed at the head of a school ...
Page 49
... heart made a fearful stop - he was a while motionless ; then terror im- pelled him to make some hasty steps towards his steed- but shame stopt his flight ; and urged by honour and a resistless desire of finishing the adventure , he ...
... heart made a fearful stop - he was a while motionless ; then terror im- pelled him to make some hasty steps towards his steed- but shame stopt his flight ; and urged by honour and a resistless desire of finishing the adventure , he ...
Page 50
... heart . He was now in total darkness , and with his arms extended , 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 ...
... heart . He was now in total darkness , and with his arms extended , 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 ...
Page 71
... heart sunk within me at the horror of the spectacle . Indeed it was a dreadful sight ; at least it was so to me , though Friday made nothing of it . The place was covered with human bones , the ground dyed with the blood , great pieces ...
... heart sunk within me at the horror of the spectacle . Indeed it was a dreadful sight ; at least it was so to me , though Friday made nothing of it . The place was covered with human bones , the ground dyed with the blood , great pieces ...
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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...