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, 1. kötetG. P. Putnam, 1852 |
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10. oldal
... brought him from the next country - town , whenever any body went to market . If he had gone to bed and was asleep , it was put behind his pillow ; and if it had been forgotten , and he was awake , his mother ( more kindly than wisely ) ...
... brought him from the next country - town , whenever any body went to market . If he had gone to bed and was asleep , it was put behind his pillow ; and if it had been forgotten , and he was awake , his mother ( more kindly than wisely ) ...
60. oldal
... this supposition ; for how should any other thing in human shape come into the place ? Where was the vessel that brought them ? What marks were there of any other footsteps ? and how was it possible a 60 CRUSOE FINDS THE PRINT OF.
... this supposition ; for how should any other thing in human shape come into the place ? Where was the vessel that brought them ? What marks were there of any other footsteps ? and how was it possible a 60 CRUSOE FINDS THE PRINT OF.
65. oldal
... brought out for the slaughter . I perceived one of them immediate- ly fall , being knocked down , I suppose , with a club or wooden sword , for that was their way ; and two or three others were at work immediately , cutting him open for ...
... brought out for the slaughter . I perceived one of them immediate- ly fall , being knocked down , I suppose , with a club or wooden sword , for that was their way ; and two or three others were at work immediately , cutting him open for ...
68. oldal
... brought me the sword again ; and with abun- dance of gestures , which I did not understand , laid it down , with the head of the savage that he had killed just before me . But that which astonished him most was , to know how I had ...
... brought me the sword again ; and with abun- dance of gestures , which I did not understand , laid it down , with the head of the savage that he had killed just before me . But that which astonished him most was , to know how I had ...
72. oldal
... brought over four prisoners to feast upon ; that three of them were eaten up , and that he ( pointing to him- self ) was the fourth ; that there had been a great battle between them and their next king , whose subjects , it seems , he ...
... brought over four prisoners to feast upon ; that three of them were eaten up , and that he ( pointing to him- self ) was the fourth ; that there had been a great battle between them and their next king , whose subjects , it seems , he ...
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48. oldal - 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.
170. oldal - 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.
95. oldal - 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.
31. oldal - 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...
168. oldal - 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.
227. oldal - 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...
179. oldal - 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...
226. oldal - 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.
226. oldal - 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...