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... , died in 1805 , leaving property exceeding the amount of the specific bequests under his will , it was thought necessary that his estate should be administered by the Court of Chancery , and with that intent viii PREFACE .
... , died in 1805 , leaving property exceeding the amount of the specific bequests under his will , it was thought necessary that his estate should be administered by the Court of Chancery , and with that intent viii PREFACE .
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... thought a woman of uncommon talents . " The mother's passion for her firstborn son was de- votedly returned by him . Once as a young child , when she was ordered to be left quiet during an illness , he is said to have insisted on ...
... thought a woman of uncommon talents . " The mother's passion for her firstborn son was de- votedly returned by him . Once as a young child , when she was ordered to be left quiet during an illness , he is said to have insisted on ...
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... thoughts : he knew nothing of that passion of philosophical curiosity in the mechanism and mysteries of the human frame which by turns attracted Coleridge and Shelley toward the study of medicine . The practical responsibilities of the ...
... thoughts : he knew nothing of that passion of philosophical curiosity in the mechanism and mysteries of the human frame which by turns attracted Coleridge and Shelley toward the study of medicine . The practical responsibilities of the ...
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... thought— all other pursuits were mean and tame .... It may readily 1 See C. L. Feltoe , Memorials of J. F. South ( London , 1884 ) , p . 81 . Houghton MSS . See also Dr B. W. Richardson in the Asclepiad , vol . i . p . 134 . be imagined ...
... thought— all other pursuits were mean and tame .... It may readily 1 See C. L. Feltoe , Memorials of J. F. South ( London , 1884 ) , p . 81 . Houghton MSS . See also Dr B. W. Richardson in the Asclepiad , vol . i . p . 134 . be imagined ...
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... thought the poetical perversities , of Wordsworth . His treatment of Scott , on the other hand , is idly flippant and patronising . Now it so happened that of the two champions who were soon after to wield , one the bludgeon , and the ...
... thought the poetical perversities , of Wordsworth . His treatment of Scott , on the other hand , is idly flippant and patronising . Now it so happened that of the two champions who were soon after to wield , one the bludgeon , and the ...
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Abbey admirably afterwards Appendix Bailey beauty beginning brother Brown Charles Wentworth Dilke charm colour Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke effect Endymion English Eve of St expression eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel Forman friends genius George Keats Greek Hampstead Haydon heart Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination instinct Jennings John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats's kind Lamia later Leigh Hunt letter lines literary literature living London Lord Houghton Milton mind nature never once partly passage passion piece pleasant poem poet poet's poetic poetry quoted Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit spring St Agnes stanza stood story summer sweet Taylor Teignmouth tell thee things thou thought touch Vale of Health verse vision volume walked Winchester words Wordsworth writes written wrote young youth
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Сторінка 178 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Сторінка 170 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Сторінка 177 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Сторінка 219 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Сторінка 30 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
Сторінка 177 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Сторінка 173 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 173 - What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Сторінка 60 - What though I am not wealthy in the dower Of spanning wisdom ; though I do not know The shiftings of the mighty winds that blow Hither and thither all the changing thoughts Of man : though no great minist'ring reason sorts Out the dark mysteries of human souls To clear conceiving : yet there ever rolls A vast idea before me, and I glean Therefrom my liberty ; thence too I've seen The end and aim of Poesy.
Сторінка 112 - I find earlier days are gone by — I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but continual drinking of knowledge.