Literary Reminiscences: Wordsworth and Southey. Southey. Wordsworth, and Coleridge. Recollections of Grasmere. The Saracen's head. Society of the Lakes. Charles Loyd. Society of the Lakes. Walking Stewart; Edward Irving; William Wordsworth. Talfourd: The London magazine; Junius; Clare; Cunningham. Libellous attack by a London journal; DuellingTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 |
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Literary Reminiscences: Wordsworth and Southey. Southey. Wordsworth, and ... Thomas De Quincey Visualização integral - 1851 |
Literary Reminiscences: Wordsworth and Southey. Southey. Wordsworth, and ... Thomas De Quincey Visualização integral - 1851 |
Literary Reminiscences: Wordsworth and Southey. Southey. Wordsworth, and ... Thomas De Quincey Visualização integral - 1851 |
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Allan Allan Cunningham Ambleside amongst believe Brathay called casuistry character Church circumstances Clappersgate Coleridge connected cottage daughter dinner duel duty Easedale effect English expression fact feelings Francis Grasmere habits happened happiness heard heart Helvellyn honor hour human intellectual interest Junius Keswick knew known lady lake lake district Langdale less libel literary lived London looked Lord Byron malice Meantime miles mind Miss Smith Miss Wordsworth mode moral morning mountain nature never night notice object party Patterdale peculiar Penrith perhaps person Piercefield poems Quaker reader reason regard religious respect river Greta road Sarah Green Scotland seemed sense Siddons Sir Philip Sir Philip Francis sister snow society solitude sometimes sound Southey Southey's spirit strangers supposed things thought tion vale walked Westmoreland whilst whole wife WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Windermere woman word young
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Página 215 - And, as a fagot sparkles on the hearth, Not less if unattended and alone, Than when both young and old sit gathered round, And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy creature of herself Is all-sufficient; solitude to her Is blithe society; she fills the air With gladness and involuntary songs.
Página 171 - After a close scrutiny, and a careful comparison with the original, it strikes me as conveying more of the true character and meaning of the Hebrew, with fewer departures from the idiom of the English, than any other translation whatever that we possess.
Página 22 - ... table ; but sad it was for the virgin purity of Mr. Burke's as yet unsunned pages, that every knife bore upon its blade testimonies of the service it had rendered. Did that stop Wordsworth ? Did that cause him to call for another knife ? Not at all; he ' Look'd at the knife that caus'd his pain : Ami look'd and sigh'd, and look'd and sigh'd again...
Página 65 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer ; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes ; the cloud ; And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past ; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.
Página 14 - Our style of travelling occasioned no astonishment; on the contrary, we met a smiling salutation wherever we appeared — Miss Wordsworth being, as I observed, the person most familiarly known of our party, and the one who took upon herself the whole expenses of the flying colloquies exchanged with stragglers on the road.
Página 215 - LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild ; And Innocence hath privilege in her To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes ; And feats of cunning ; and the pretty round Of trespasses, affected to provoke Mock-chastisement and partnership in play.
Página 279 - GONE were but the winter cold, And gone were but the snow, I could sleep in the wild woods Where primroses blow. Cold's the snow at my head, And cold at my feet; And the finger of death's at my e'en, Closing them to sleep. Let none tell my father Or my mother so dear, — • I'll meet them both in heaven At the spring of the year. Allan Cunningham...
Página 195 - Of open schemes, and all his inward hoard Of unsunned griefs, too many and too keen, Was overcome by unexpected sleep, In one blest moment. Like a shadow thrown Softly and lightly from a passing cloud, Death fell upon him...
Página 97 - How beautiful the plain stretch'd far below ! Unvaried though it be, save by yon stream With azure windings, or the leafless wood. But what the beauty of the plain, compared To that sublimity which reigns enthroned, Holding joint rule with solitude divine, Among yon rocky fells, that bid defiance To steps the most adventurously bold! There silence dwells profound ; or if the cry Of high-poised eagle break at times the calm, The mantled echoes no response return.
Página 249 - Never describe Wordsworth as equal in pride to Lucifer ; no, but if you have occasion to write a life of Lucifer, set down that, by possibility, in respect to pride, he might be some type of Wordsworth ;) still, I say, my intellectual homage to Wordsworth had not been shaken.