Samuel Taylor Coleridge: A Narrative of the Events of His LifeMacmillan and Company, 1896 - 319 sidor |
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge: A Narrative of the Events of His Life James Dykes Campbell,Leslie Stephen Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1896 |
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Sida 130 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Sida 158 - Keen Pangs of Love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart ; And Fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope; And Hope that scarce would know itself from Fear ; Sense of past Youth, and Manhood come in vain, And Genius given, and Knowledge won in vain...
Sida 14 - How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar— —while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy!...
Sida 13 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard...
Sida 7 - I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast, Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny ray, But straight with all their tints thy waters rise, Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows grey, And bedded sand that, veined with various dyes, Gleamed through thy bright transparence ! On my way, Visions of childhood ! oft have ye beguiled Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs : Ah ! that once more I were...
Sida 255 - COLERIDGE sat on the brow of Highgate Hill, in those years, looking down on London and its smoke-tumult, like a sage escaped from the inanity of life's battle ; attracting towards him the thoughts of innumerable brave souls still engaged there.
Sida 61 - Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild, Not far from home, but she hath lost her way: And now moans low in bitter grief and fear, And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother hear.
Sida 9 - O! how oft, How oft, at school with most believing mind, Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars, To watch that fluttering stranger \ and as oft With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower, Whose bells, the poor man's only music...
Sida 124 - I unhappily met with an account of a cure performed in a similar case (or what appeared to me so), by rubbing in of laudanum, at the same time taking a given dose internally. It acted like a charm, like a miracle ! I recovered the use of my limbs, of my appetite, of my spirits — and this continued for near a fortnight. At length the unusual stimulus subsided — the complaint returned — the supposed remedy was recurred to ; — but I cannot go through the dreary history.
Sida 133 - Even such a happy child of earth am I; Even as these blissful creatures do I fare; Far from the world I walk, and from all care; But there may come another day to me — Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty. 35 My whole life I have lived in pleasant thought, As if life's business were a summer mood...