Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic StudiesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 297 pages |
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... hand , far from always bracing one's moral respon- sibility , often relaxes it , through the tempta- tion offered by the pen to blacken a rival , or to lame a fresh competitor who looks formi- dable . From honest ignorance and dishonest ...
... hand , far from always bracing one's moral respon- sibility , often relaxes it , through the tempta- tion offered by the pen to blacken a rival , or to lame a fresh competitor who looks formi- dable . From honest ignorance and dishonest ...
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... hands came in contact with the coat pocket of a gentleman , who , turning quickly , charged him with a design of pocket - picking , but , looking into his ingenuous face , accepted at once his denial , and , engaging him in talk , was ...
... hands came in contact with the coat pocket of a gentleman , who , turning quickly , charged him with a design of pocket - picking , but , looking into his ingenuous face , accepted at once his denial , and , engaging him in talk , was ...
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... , is to be had the in- sight and the sympathy ? These are at pres- ent little available for this fine function . As schools go , a Coleridge was in rare luck to like Bowyer . have fallen into the hands of a COLERIDGE . 45.
... , is to be had the in- sight and the sympathy ? These are at pres- ent little available for this fine function . As schools go , a Coleridge was in rare luck to like Bowyer . have fallen into the hands of a COLERIDGE . 45.
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George Henry Calvert. like Bowyer . have fallen into the hands of a genuine critic To have founded at Christ's Hospital such a friendship as that with Charles Lamb was another piece of good fortune . In his reminiscences of these school ...
George Henry Calvert. like Bowyer . have fallen into the hands of a genuine critic To have founded at Christ's Hospital such a friendship as that with Charles Lamb was another piece of good fortune . In his reminiscences of these school ...
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... Cambridge drew such of his fellow - students as had enough in them to enjoy good talk , and made the room of Coleridge ( " the ground - floor room on the right hand of the staircase facing the great gate " COLERIDGE . 47.
... Cambridge drew such of his fellow - students as had enough in them to enjoy good talk , and made the room of Coleridge ( " the ground - floor room on the right hand of the staircase facing the great gate " COLERIDGE . 47.
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admiration Adonais Ancient Mariner Artist aspiration beautiful Bowyer brain breath Byron Bysshe Cenci Charles Lamb CHIG CHIGAN Christ's Hospital Christabel Cole Coleridge Coleridge's creative daily death deep delight dream earth Eton eyes faculty father feeling FMIC fresh genius gifts give glow Goethe Goethe's Harriet heart Henry Nelson Coleridge hope human hundred lines ideal intellectual Kubla Khan letters light lived looked Lord Byron manhood ment mental metaphysics MIC UNIV MICHIG mind moral nature ness never noble outward Plato poems poet poet's poetic imagination poetry principles Prometheus Queen Mab Revolt of Islam rich RSITY sensibility Shakespeare Shel Shelley Shelley's sister SITY UNIVE soul Southey spirit Spirit of Solitude stanzas sympathy talk thee thinker thou thought tion Trelawney truth UNIV MIC UNIVERS SITY verse Weimar Wordsworth write written wrote young youth
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Page 217 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
Page 243 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 23 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. " He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Page 20 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 20 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 141 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check.
Page 140 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Page 241 - All he had loved, and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, Dimmed the aereal eyes that kindle day; Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.
Page 106 - If Hope prostrate lie, Love, too, will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er, with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Woos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ; Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love.
Page 249 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.