Reminiscences of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey

Portada
Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 378 páginas
 

Páginas seleccionadas

Contenido

Otras ediciones - Ver todas

Términos y frases comunes

Pasajes populares

Página 12 - And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet color, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication : and upon her forehead was a name written, Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the earth.
Página 71 - And they shall pass through it, hardly bestead and hungry: and it shall come to pass, that when they shall be hungry, they shall fret themselves, and curse their king and their God, and look upward.
Página 226 - What little suppers, or sizings, as they were called, have I enjoyed; when .'Eschylus, and Plato, and Thucydides were pushed aside, with a pile of lexicons, &c., to discuss the pamphlets of the day. Ever and anon a pamphlet issued from the pen of Burke. There was no need of having the book before us. Coleridge had read it in the morning; and in the evening he would repeat whole pages verbatim.
Página 256 - The common end of all narrative, nay, of all, Poems is to convert a series into a Whole: to make those events, which in real or imagined History move on in a strait Line, assume to our Understandings a circular motion — the snake with it's Tail in it's Mouth.
Página 122 - And aye beside her stalks her amorous knight ! Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn, And thro...
Página 273 - ... the dreary history. Suffice it to say, that effects were produced which acted on me by terror and cowardice, of pain and sudden death, not (so help me God!) by any temptation of pleasure, or expectation or desire of exciting pleasurable sensations.
Página 217 - Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. "Ah!" replied my gentle fair, "Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only — only call me thine.
Página 96 - STRONGLY it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows, Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
Página 107 - There are in the piece those profound touches of the human heart which I find three or four times in " The Robbers " of Schiller, and often in Shakespeare, but in Wordsworth there are no inequalities.
Página 359 - Stop, Christian passer-by ; stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seemed he. O lift one thought in prayer for STC, That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death, Mercy for praise, — to be forgiven for fame, — He asked and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same.

Información bibliográfica