Letters, Conversations, and Recollections of S. T. ColeridgeHarper & brothers, 1836 - 266 pagina's |
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Letters, Conversations, and Recollections of S. T. Coleridge Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volledige weergave - 1836 |
Letters, Conversations, and Recollections of S. T. Coleridge Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volledige weergave - 1836 |
Letters Conversations and Recollections of S. T. Coleridge, 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volledige weergave - 1896 |
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admiration affection anxiety beautiful believe bless called cause character Charles Charles Cowden Clark Charles Lamb Christian circumstances common conversation dear friend DEAREST FRIEND delightful desire doubt duty evil existence expressed faith fear feel genial genius George Frederick Cook Gillman give happiness hear heart Hesiod Highgate honour hope human impression individual instance intellect interest kind Kinder Scout knowledge Lamb least lectures Leigh Hunt less letter live Lord Mary Lamb means Micheldever mind moral nature never object once opinion pain person philosophy pleasure poems poet possessed present principles Pythagoras Ramsgate reason recollection regret religion respect RICHARD STEELE S. T. COLERIDGE seems selfish sense Sir Francis Burdett Socinians soul speak spirit sure sympathy thing thought tion Tom Clarkson true truth whole William Godwin wish woman words Wordsworth write youth
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Pagina 95 - Alas! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
Pagina 95 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears ; ' Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Pagina 95 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind...
Pagina 74 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude.
Pagina 106 - Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Through courts and cities the smooth savage roams Feeling himself, his own low self the whole ; When he by sacred sympathy might make The whole one self! self, that no alien knows! Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel ! Self, spreading still ! Oblivious of its own, Yet all of all possessing...
Pagina 165 - I have ever hated all nations, professions, and communities; and all my love is towards individuals. For instance, I hate the tribe of lawyers; but I love Counsellor Such-a-one, and Judge Such-a-one. It is so with physicians. I will not speak of my own trade, soldiers, English, Scotch, French, and the rest. But principally I hate and detest that animal called man, although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
Pagina 145 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pagina 170 - I am under no apprehensions that a glut of study and retirement should cast me back into the hurry of the world ; on the contrary, the single regret which I ever feel, is, that I fell so late into this course of life ; my philosophy grows confirmed by habit, and if you and I meet again, I will extort this approbation from you, Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eo perductus, ut non tantum recte facere possim, sed nisi recte facere non passim.
Pagina 32 - My gentle-hearted Charles! when the last rook Beat its straight path along the dusky air Homewards, I blest it!
Pagina 22 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man This was my sole resource, my only plan: Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.