Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic StudiesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 297 pages |
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... mother , Anna Bowdon , was the second wife of the vicar . Of their ten chil- dren , nine sons and one daughter , Samuel Tay- lor , born October 21 , 1772 , was the youngest . The mother was an admirable economist and manager . She ...
... mother , Anna Bowdon , was the second wife of the vicar . Of their ten chil- dren , nine sons and one daughter , Samuel Tay- lor , born October 21 , 1772 , was the youngest . The mother was an admirable economist and manager . She ...
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... too little to be trusted among my father's school - boys . . . . . My fa- ther was very fond of me , and I was my mother's darling ; in consequence whereof I was very miserable . For Molly , who had nursed COLERIDGE . 31.
... too little to be trusted among my father's school - boys . . . . . My fa- ther was very fond of me , and I was my mother's darling ; in consequence whereof I was very miserable . For Molly , who had nursed COLERIDGE . 31.
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... mother took more notice of me than of Frank ; and Frank hated me because my mother gave me now and then a bit of cake when he had none , quite forgetting that for one bit of cake which I had and he had not , he had twenty sops in the ...
... mother took more notice of me than of Frank ; and Frank hated me because my mother gave me now and then a bit of cake when he had none , quite forgetting that for one bit of cake which I had and he had not , he had twenty sops in the ...
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... mother was at her needle ) that I was haunted by spectres whenever I was in the dark and I distinctly recollect the anxious and fearful eagerness with which I used to watch the window where the book lay , and when the sun came upon it I ...
... mother was at her needle ) that I was haunted by spectres whenever I was in the dark and I distinctly recollect the anxious and fearful eagerness with which I used to watch the window where the book lay , and when the sun came upon it I ...
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... mother one evening to cut my cheese entire , so that I might toast it . This was no easy matter , it being a crumbly cheese . My mother however did it . I went into the garden for something or other , and in the mean time my brother ...
... mother one evening to cut my cheese entire , so that I might toast it . This was no easy matter , it being a crumbly cheese . My mother however did it . I went into the garden for something or other , and in the mean time my brother ...
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admiration beautiful became believe body brain Byron called cause chief close Coleridge creative critic daily death deep delight dream early earth especially eyes faculty father feeling fire force fresh gave genius gifts give given Goethe hand Harriet heart higher hope human hundred ideal imagination individual intellectual Italy less letters light lines lived looked means mental mind moral mother nature needed ness never night noble original pass passage play poems poet poetic poetry practical present principles rare rich RSITY seems sense Shakespeare Shel Shelley Shelley's sister SITY soul sound spirit stanzas sure sympathy talk things thou thought tion took truth UNIV verse whole 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.