More Pages from a Journal: With Other PapersHenry Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1910 - 303 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 186
... Coleridge . It was almost too much to remember that they had trodden those paths . I could hardly believe they were not there , and yet they were dead — such a strange overcoming sense of presence and yet of vanishedness . A certain ...
... Coleridge . It was almost too much to remember that they had trodden those paths . I could hardly believe they were not there , and yet they were dead — such a strange overcoming sense of presence and yet of vanishedness . A certain ...
Σελίδα 189
... Coleridge replied : ' In my judg- ment the poem had too much ; and the only , or chief fault , if I might say so , was the obtrusion of the moral sentiment so openly on the reader as a principle or cause of action in a work of such pure ...
... Coleridge replied : ' In my judg- ment the poem had too much ; and the only , or chief fault , if I might say so , was the obtrusion of the moral sentiment so openly on the reader as a principle or cause of action in a work of such pure ...
Σελίδα 190
... Coleridge ! Coleridge ! How empty do the sweeping judgments passed on him appear if we recollect that by Words- worth , Dorothy , Charles and Mary Lamb , he was honoured and fervently loved . If a man is loved by any human being con ...
... Coleridge ! Coleridge ! How empty do the sweeping judgments passed on him appear if we recollect that by Words- worth , Dorothy , Charles and Mary Lamb , he was honoured and fervently loved . If a man is loved by any human being con ...
Σελίδα 192
... Cole- ridge's cottage - small , somewhat squalid rooms . Pity , pity , almost to tears . The second edition of his poems was published while he was here in 1797. In a note added to Religious Musings in that edition he declares his ...
... Cole- ridge's cottage - small , somewhat squalid rooms . Pity , pity , almost to tears . The second edition of his poems was published while he was here in 1797. In a note added to Religious Musings in that edition he declares his ...
Σελίδα 193
... Coleridge or Wordsworth as if it were in an imaginary straight line . Excepting lines 123-270 , composed in the latter part of 1796 , Cole- ridge wrote his contribution to Joan of Arc between 1794 and 1795. The Rose and Kisses were ...
... Coleridge or Wordsworth as if it were in an imaginary straight line . Excepting lines 123-270 , composed in the latter part of 1796 , Cole- ridge wrote his contribution to Joan of Arc between 1794 and 1795. The Rose and Kisses were ...
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Σελίδα 263 - ... reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Σελίδα 288 - Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir ; Give me a gash, put me to present pain ; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness.
Σελίδα 273 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Σελίδα 280 - And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Σελίδα 273 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Σελίδα 181 - I told her that in my own judgment the poem had too much; and that the only or chief fault, if I might say so, was the obtrusion of the moral sentiment so openly on the reader as a principle or cause of action in a work of such pure imagination. It ought to have had no more moral than the Arabian Nights...
Σελίδα 274 - To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life 's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Σελίδα 194 - So feeling comes in aid Of feeling, and diversity of strength Attends us, if but once we have been strong. Oh! mystery of man, from what a depth Proceed thy honours. I am lost, but see In simple childhood something of the...
Σελίδα 203 - The sanction ; till, demanding formal proof, And seeking it in everything, I lost All feeling of conviction, and, in fine, Sick, wearied out with contrarieties, Yielded up moral questions in despair.
Σελίδα 284 - Now, Iras, what think'st thou? Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shall be shown In Rome, as well as I; mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths, Rank of gross diet, shall we be enclouded, And forc'd to drink their vapour.