LettersJ.M. Dent & Company, 1907 |
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... perhaps the same ; Conrade too much . The anecdotes interspersed among the battles refresh the mind very agreeably , and I am delighted with the very many passages of simple pathos abounding throughout the poem ; passages which the ...
... perhaps the same ; Conrade too much . The anecdotes interspersed among the battles refresh the mind very agreeably , and I am delighted with the very many passages of simple pathos abounding throughout the poem ; passages which the ...
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... Perhaps I had estimated Southey's merits too much by number , weight , and measure . I now agree completely and entirely in your opinion of the genius of Southey . Your own image of Melancholy is illustrative of what you teach , and in ...
... Perhaps I had estimated Southey's merits too much by number , weight , and measure . I now agree completely and entirely in your opinion of the genius of Southey . Your own image of Melancholy is illustrative of what you teach , and in ...
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... 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 most probably as well acquainted with his writings as your ...
... 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 most probably as well acquainted with his writings as your ...
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... perhaps by Cowper in his " Crazy Kate , " and in parts of his translation : such as the speeches of Hecuba and Andromache . I long to know your opinion of that translation . The Odyssey especially is surely very Homeric . What nobler ...
... perhaps by Cowper in his " Crazy Kate , " and in parts of his translation : such as the speeches of Hecuba and Andromache . I long to know your opinion of that translation . The Odyssey especially is surely very Homeric . What nobler ...
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... perhaps the last week or fort- night in July . A change of scene and a change of faces would do me good , even if that scene were not to be Bristol , and those faces Coleridge's and his friends . In the words of Terence , a little ...
... perhaps the last week or fort- night in July . A change of scene and a change of faces would do me good , even if that scene were not to be Bristol , and those faces Coleridge's and his friends . In the words of Terence , a little ...
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beautiful bless brother CHARLES LAMB Charles Lloyd Clarkson copy David Hartley dead Dear DOROTHY WORDSWORTH exquisite eyes fancy fear feel friendship genius gentleman George Dyer give glad Godwin gone hath Hazlitt head hear heard heart Holcroft hope Joan Joan of Arc kind lady leave letter lines live Lloyd London look maid Mary Milton mind Miss morning never night play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pray present pretty prose Religious Musings remember Rickman ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. Coleridge SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scarce sent Shakspeare sister Skiddaw sonnet soul Southey spirit suppose sure sweet talk tell thank thee thing thou thought tion town verses volume week WILLIAM WILLIAM AYRTON WILLIAM GODWIN WILLIAM HAZLITT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wish words Wordsworth write wrote young
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25 psl. - Th' endearments of our early days, And ne'er the heart such fondness prove As when we first began to love." I am writing at random, and half-tipsy, what you may not equally understand, as you will be sober when you read it; but my sober and my half-tipsy hours you are alike a sharer in. Good-night. "Then up rose our bard, like a prophet in drink, Craigdoroch, thou'lt soar when creation shall sink.
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176 psl. - ... steams of soups from kitchens, the pantomimes — London itself a pantomime and a masquerade — all these things work themselves into my mind, and feed me without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life.