A Book for a Corner, Or Selections in Prose and Verse from Authors the Best Suited to that Mode of EnjoymentLeigh Hunt J.P. Putnam, 1852 |
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... sent ambassadors to one another . These are the sort of school - boys we look to en- tertain . When Mrs. Inchbald , who was a farmer's daughter , first came to London , she was alone , and would have been sub- jected to no small perils ...
... sent ambassadors to one another . These are the sort of school - boys we look to en- tertain . When Mrs. Inchbald , who was a farmer's daughter , first came to London , she was alone , and would have been sub- jected to no small perils ...
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... sent forth a volume at any rate , with the contents of which the few would have been pleased . We consoled ourselves with reflecting that we had other favourite passages which could be included in a larger book ; and an extension of the ...
... sent forth a volume at any rate , with the contents of which the few would have been pleased . We consoled ourselves with reflecting that we had other favourite passages which could be included in a larger book ; and an extension of the ...
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... sent to the first nurse - like teacher that presented herself in the neighbourhood . Her name was Sarah Lloyd . Let this be known , for the glory and encouragement of all such educers of in- fant " bards sublime , " or future ...
... sent to the first nurse - like teacher that presented herself in the neighbourhood . Her name was Sarah Lloyd . Let this be known , for the glory and encouragement of all such educers of in- fant " bards sublime , " or future ...
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... dreary caitiff ! pines ; Ne for his fellows ' joyauce careth aught , But to the wind all merriment resigns , And deems it shame if he to peace inclines ; And many a sullen look askance is sent , Which 38 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS .
... dreary caitiff ! pines ; Ne for his fellows ' joyauce careth aught , But to the wind all merriment resigns , And deems it shame if he to peace inclines ; And many a sullen look askance is sent , Which 38 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS .
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Leigh Hunt. And many a sullen look askance is sent , Which for his dame's annoyance he designs ; And still the more to pleasure him she's bent , The more doth he , perverse , her ' haviour past resent . Ah me ! how much I fear lest pride ...
Leigh Hunt. And many a sullen look askance is sent , Which for his dame's annoyance he designs ; And still the more to pleasure him she's bent , The more doth he , perverse , her ' haviour past resent . Ah me ! how much I fear lest pride ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admiration agreeable appeared beautiful began better boat Bougainville called carts castle charming Chiswick House club Comanians delight desert of Lop door eyes fancy father fear fire Foulahs garden gave gentleman Gil Blas give ground hand happy hear heard heart heaven hill horse Jack Bruce Joseph Andrews kind knew Kooma Kubla Khan lady lived look lord Ludovico Marco Polo master mind morning MUNGO PARK nature never night o'er observed parterres passage passed person pleased pleasure poet poor Prester John reader retired Robert Bage Rubruquis seemed seen servants ship shore side Sir Roger sleep Solander soon sort spirit stood story sweet Tartars taste Tatler tell things thought tion told took travellers trees turn village walk wind wood word young youth
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Página 46 - 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.
Página 29 - 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...
Página 167 - 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!
Página 166 - 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.
Página 226 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Página 137 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Página 167 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 226 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 164 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has 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.
Página 17 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.