 | 1860 - 722 страници
...me, some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet, I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books ; how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures thay afford me, but for their making me love the very books themselves, and delight to be in contact... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 544 страници
...authors of those books : how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afford me, but for their making me love the very books themselves,...contact with them. I looked sideways at my Spenser, my Thcocritus, and my Arabian Nights ; then above them at my Italian poets ; then behind me at my Dryden... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 542 страници
...me, some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet; I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books : how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afford me, but for their making me love the very books themselves, and delight to be in contact with... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 540 страници
...some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet ; I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books : how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afford me, but for their making me love the very books themselves, and delight to be in contact with... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 520 страници
...some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet ; I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books : how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afford me, but for their making me love the very books themselves, and delight to be in contact with... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 554 страници
...some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet ; I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books : how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afford me, but for their making me love the very books themselves, and delight to be in contact with... | |
 | 1860 - 712 страници
...me, some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet, I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books ; how I loved them, too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afford me, but for their making me love the very books themselves, and delight to be in contact with... | |
 | Book-lover - 1883 - 336 страници
...some shelves on tho other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet,— I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books ; how I loved them...me love the very books themselves, and delight to he in contact with them. I looked sideways at my Spenser, myTheoeritus, and my Arabisn Nights; then... | |
 | Alexander Ireland - 1884 - 526 страници
...some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the warm fire at my feet, — I began to consider how I loved the authors of those books ; how I loved them...Theocritus, and my Arabian Nights ; then above them at ray Italian Poets ; then behind me at my Dryden and Pope, my Romances, and my Boccaccio ; then on my... | |
 | Richard Halkett - 1887 - 588 страници
...authors of those books; how 1 loved them too, not only for the imaginative pleasures they afforded ше, but for their making me love the very books themselves, and delight to be in contact with them." The volumes mentioned in the following list, could they but be gathered together, would, we ihink,... | |
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... among my books, and walled round with all the comfort and protection which they and my fireside could afford me ; to wit, a table of high-piled books at my back, my writing-desk on one side of me, some shelves on the other, and the feeling of the... 
