The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volume 1W. Pickering, 1838 - 362 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... CAUSES and SIGNS of ACUTE and CHRONIC DISEASES , tran- slated from the Greek by T. F. REY- NOLDS , M.B. F.L.S. 8vo . 8s . 6d . THE LIFE of SIR THOMAS MORE , by his Grandson , CRESACRE MORE , edited by the Rev. JOSEPH HUNTER . 8vo . with ...
... CAUSES and SIGNS of ACUTE and CHRONIC DISEASES , tran- slated from the Greek by T. F. REY- NOLDS , M.B. F.L.S. 8vo . 8s . 6d . THE LIFE of SIR THOMAS MORE , by his Grandson , CRESACRE MORE , edited by the Rev. JOSEPH HUNTER . 8vo . with ...
Pagina ix
... causes , he has laboured under many and great difficulties . First , he never contemplated writing this Memoir , nor would he have made the attempt , had it not been urged on him as a duty by friends , whom Coleridge him- self most ...
... causes , he has laboured under many and great difficulties . First , he never contemplated writing this Memoir , nor would he have made the attempt , had it not been urged on him as a duty by friends , whom Coleridge him- self most ...
Pagina 18
... cause of great punishment to him . His dame had undertaken to cure him of the itch , with which the boys of his ward had suffered much ; but Coleridge was doomed to suffer more than his comrades , from the use of sulphur ointment ...
... cause of great punishment to him . His dame had undertaken to cure him of the itch , with which the boys of his ward had suffered much ; but Coleridge was doomed to suffer more than his comrades , from the use of sulphur ointment ...
Pagina 19
... the wasted snuff . Snuff , " he would facetiously say , was the final cause of the nose , though troublesome and expensive in its use . " 66 This brought Coleridge before Bowyer , and to this circumstance LIFE OF COLERIDGE . 19.
... the wasted snuff . Snuff , " he would facetiously say , was the final cause of the nose , though troublesome and expensive in its use . " 66 This brought Coleridge before Bowyer , and to this circumstance LIFE OF COLERIDGE . 19.
Pagina 36
... causes . " 66 In early life he was remarkably joyous ; na- ture had blessed him with a buoyancy of spirits , and even when suffering , he deceived the partial observer . He delighted many of the strangers he met in his saunterings ...
... causes . " 66 In early life he was remarkably joyous ; na- ture had blessed him with a buoyancy of spirits , and even when suffering , he deceived the partial observer . He delighted many of the strangers he met in his saunterings ...
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Pagina 117 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Pagina 297 - A little child, a limber elf, Singing, dancing to itself, A fairy thing with red round cheeks That always finds and never seeks, Makes such a vision to the sight As fills a father's eyes with light...
Pagina 104 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Pagina 72 - So I returned and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.
Pagina 281 - On the other side it seems to be Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that inoaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one...
Pagina 280 - Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin grey cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill...
Pagina 287 - And thus the lofty lady spake — All they who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befell, Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well. But now unrobe yourself; for I Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.
Pagina 288 - And with low voice and doleful look These words did say : . In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel ! Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow ; But vainly thou warrest, For this is alone in Thy power to declare, That in the dim forest Thou heard'st a low moaning, And found' st a bright lady, surpassingly fair ; And didst bring her home with thee in love and in charity To shield her and shelter...
Pagina 280 - Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away.
Pagina 15 - ... being kind to me in the great city, after a little forced notice, which they had the grace to take of me on my first arrival in town, soon grew tired of my holiday visits. They seemed to them to recur too often, though I thought them few enough; and, one after another, they all failed me, and I felt myself alone among six hundred playmates. O the cruelty of separating a poor lad from his early homestead!