Letters, 1796-1820Macmillan, 1913 |
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... mean - a Dametas ; one that keeps other people's sheep . Certainly , Coleridge , your letter from Shurton Bars has less merit than most things in your volume ; personally , it may chime in best with your own feelings , and therefore you ...
... mean - a Dametas ; one that keeps other people's sheep . Certainly , Coleridge , your letter from Shurton Bars has less merit than most things in your volume ; personally , it may chime in best with your own feelings , and therefore you ...
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... mean not to lay myself open by saying they exceed Milton , and perhaps Collins , in sublimity . But don't you conceive all poets after Shakspeare yield to ' em in variety of genius ? Massinger treads close on their heels ; but you are ...
... mean not to lay myself open by saying they exceed Milton , and perhaps Collins , in sublimity . But don't you conceive all poets after Shakspeare yield to ' em in variety of genius ? Massinger treads close on their heels ; but you are ...
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... mean proficient under your tuition . Coleridge , what do you mean by saying you wrote to me about Plutarch and Porphyry - I received no such letter , nor remember a syllable of the matter , yet am not apt to forget any part of your ...
... mean proficient under your tuition . Coleridge , what do you mean by saying you wrote to me about Plutarch and Porphyry - I received no such letter , nor remember a syllable of the matter , yet am not apt to forget any part of your ...
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... mean to keep , those last lines I sent you . Do that , & read these for your pains : - 1796 . TO THE POET COWPER Cowper , I thank my God that thou art heal'd ! Thine was the sorest malady of all ; And I am sad to think that it should ...
... mean to keep , those last lines I sent you . Do that , & read these for your pains : - 1796 . TO THE POET COWPER Cowper , I thank my God that thou art heal'd ! Thine was the sorest malady of all ; And I am sad to think that it should ...
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... mean by calling Madame Mara harlot & naughty things ? The goodness of the verse would not save you in a court of Justice . But are you really coming to town ? Coleridge , a gentleman called in London lately from Bristol , inquired ...
... mean by calling Madame Mara harlot & naughty things ? The goodness of the verse would not save you in a court of Justice . But are you really coming to town ? Coleridge , a gentleman called in London lately from Bristol , inquired ...
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ballad beautiful blank verse bless brother called CHARLES LAMB Charles Lloyd Christ's Hospital Coleridge's copy Cottle Cowper dear edition Effusion Elia essay eyes fancy father feel George Dyer give Godwin hath Hazlitt hear heart hope Joan of Arc John Woodvil kind Lady LAMB TO ROBERT LAMB TO S. T. LAMB TO THOMAS LAMB TO WILLIAM Lamb's letter from Lamb lines live London maid Mary Lamb mind Miss Monody Morning Post mother never night omit passage play pleasure poet poetry poor Pray pretty printed reference Religious Musings remember Rickman Robert Lloyd ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. COLERIDGE Sara sent sister sonnet soul Southey Southey's spirit Stoddart Stowey sweet talk tell thank thee things thou thought thro verses volume WILLIAM GODWIN William Hazlitt wish word Wordsworth write written wrote young
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