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Side 172
... of poetry , and the true theory of poetic 1 It was in 1800 that Coleridge removed from London to Keswick , Wordsworth being then at Grasmere . - M . diction . Under this original blunder , laughable it is 172 LITERARY REMINISCENCES.
... of poetry , and the true theory of poetic 1 It was in 1800 that Coleridge removed from London to Keswick , Wordsworth being then at Grasmere . - M . diction . Under this original blunder , laughable it is 172 LITERARY REMINISCENCES.
Side 174
... Keswick . Grasmere is in Westmoreland ; Keswick in Cumberland ; and they are thirteen good miles apart . Coleridge and his family were domiciliated in Greta Hall ; sharing that house , a tolerably large one , on some principle of ...
... Keswick . Grasmere is in Westmoreland ; Keswick in Cumberland ; and they are thirteen good miles apart . Coleridge and his family were domiciliated in Greta Hall ; sharing that house , a tolerably large one , on some principle of ...
Side 175
... Keswick , a handsome and well - appointed travelling carriage , containing one gentleman of somewhat dashing exterior . The stranger was a picturesque - hunter , but not of that order who fly round the ordinary tour with the velocity of ...
... Keswick , a handsome and well - appointed travelling carriage , containing one gentleman of somewhat dashing exterior . The stranger was a picturesque - hunter , but not of that order who fly round the ordinary tour with the velocity of ...
Side 176
... Keswick , by the nearest bridle - road through Newlands , but fourteen or fifteen by any route which the honourable gentleman's travelling- carriage could traverse , lies the Lake of Buttermere . Its margin , which is overhung by some ...
... Keswick , by the nearest bridle - road through Newlands , but fourteen or fifteen by any route which the honourable gentleman's travelling- carriage could traverse , lies the Lake of Buttermere . Its margin , which is overhung by some ...
Side 177
... Keswick . His errand was , to witness or to share in the char - fishing ; for in Derwentwater ( the Lake of Keswick ) no char is found , which breeds only in the deep waters , such as Windermere , Crummock , Buttermere , and Coniston ...
... Keswick . His errand was , to witness or to share in the char - fishing ; for in Derwentwater ( the Lake of Keswick ) no char is found , which breeds only in the deep waters , such as Windermere , Crummock , Buttermere , and Coniston ...
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The Collected Writings of Thomas De Quincey, Bind 2 Thomas De Quincey,David Masson Fuld visning - 1896 |
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Side 256 - Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace ; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Side 208 - But how can He expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all...
Side 262 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, - the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Side 234 - One window there was — a perfect and unpretending cottage window, with little diamond panes, embowered at almost every season of the year with roses, and in the summer and autumn with a profusion of jasmine and other fragrant shrubs.
Side 148 - I recognized my object. This was Coleridge. I examined him steadfastly for a minute or more ; and it struck me that he saw neither myself nor any other object in the street.
Side 446 - When Mrs. Siddons came into the room, there happened to be no chair ready for her, which he observing, said with a smile, ' Madam, you who so often occasion a want of seats to other people, will the more easily excuse the want of one yourself.
Side 137 - ... greatest event in the unfolding of my own mind. Let me say in one word, that, at a period when neither the one nor the other writer was valued by the public — both having a long warfare to accomplish of contumely and ridicule, before they could rise into their present estimation — I found in these poems " the ray of a new morning," and an absolute revelation of untrodden worlds, teeming with power and beauty, as yet unsuspected amongst men.
Side 135 - I mourned with thousands, but as one More deeply grieved, for He was gone Whose light I hailed when first it shone. And showed my youth How Yerse may build a princely throne On humble truth.
Side 235 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Side 282 - When she I loved was strong and gay, And like a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath the evening Moon. Upon the Moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea : My Horse trudged on — and we drew nigh Those paths so dear to me. And now we reached the orchard plot ; And, as we climbed the hill, Towards the roof of Lucy's cot The Moon descended still.