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... bless you , and your unfortunate and most miserable S. T. Coleridge . " Again : " You have no conception of the dreadful hell of my mind , and conscience , and body . You bid me to pray . Oh , I do pray to be able to pray . " . . . " I ...
... bless you , and your unfortunate and most miserable S. T. Coleridge . " Again : " You have no conception of the dreadful hell of my mind , and conscience , and body . You bid me to pray . Oh , I do pray to be able to pray . " . . . " I ...
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... bless Your grandson dear , with happiness ; That , as I do advance each year , I may be taught my God to fear ; My little frame from passion free To man's estate from infancy ; was a woman of appearance so matronly and commanding , 19 ...
... bless Your grandson dear , with happiness ; That , as I do advance each year , I may be taught my God to fear ; My little frame from passion free To man's estate from infancy ; was a woman of appearance so matronly and commanding , 19 ...
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... blessed with three children , John , Mary , and Charles ; John being twelve and Mary ten years older than Charles ... bless . Your grandson dear , JouN L the Less . master on account of his infirmity of speech . His countenance was ...
... blessed with three children , John , Mary , and Charles ; John being twelve and Mary ten years older than Charles ... bless . Your grandson dear , JouN L the Less . master on account of his infirmity of speech . His countenance was ...
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... bless you and yours , me and Now , to put on stilts , and talk magnificently mine ? Good night . about trifles . I condescend , then , to your counsel , Coleridge , and allow my first sonnet ( sick to death am I to make mention of my ...
... bless you and yours , me and Now , to put on stilts , and talk magnificently mine ? Good night . about trifles . I condescend , then , to your counsel , Coleridge , and allow my first sonnet ( sick to death am I to make mention of my ...
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... blessing partly , and my sense of it is yet warm ; for if I linger a day or two I may use the same phrase of acknowledgement , or similar , but the feeling that dictates it now will be gone . I shall send you a caput mortuum , not a cor ...
... blessing partly , and my sense of it is yet warm ; for if I linger a day or two I may use the same phrase of acknowledgement , or similar , but the feeling that dictates it now will be gone . I shall send you a caput mortuum , not a cor ...
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Сторінка 342 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 404 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery, that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron.
Сторінка 392 - I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was, — and while I stood gazing, both the children gradually grew fainter...
Сторінка 392 - I did not cry or take it to heart as some do, and as I think he would have done if I had died, yet I missed him all day long, and knew not till then how much I had loved him. I missed his kindness, and I missed his crossness, and wished him to be alive again, to be quarrelling with him, (for we quarrelled sometimes,) rather than not have him again...
Сторінка 481 - ... keep brushed, since we have become rich and finical, give you half the honest vanity, with which you flaunted it about in that overworn suit — your old corbeau — for four or five weeks longer than you should have done, to pacify your conscience for the mighty sum of fifteen — or sixteen shillings was it ? — a great affair we thought it then — which you had lavished on the old folio. Now you can afford to buy any book that pleases you, but I do not see that you ever bring me home any...
Сторінка 341 - 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...
Сторінка 543 - To move a horror skilfully, to touch a soul to the quick, to lay upon fear as much as it can bear, to wean and weary a life till it is ready to drop, and then step in with mortal instruments to take its last forfeit : this only a Webster can do. Inferior geniuses may "upon horror's head horrors accumulate,
Сторінка 405 - Behold him, while he is doing - it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth round the string! - Now he is just done. To see the extreme sensibility of that tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes - radiant jellies - shooting stars.
Сторінка 428 - He is known by his knock. Your heart telleth you, "That is Mr. ." A rap, between familiarity and respect; that demands, and, at the same time, seems to despair of, entertainment. He entereth smiling and — embarrassed. He holdeth out his hand to you to shake, and — draweth it back again. He casually looketh in about dinner-time — when the table is full.
Сторінка 406 - I forget the decision. His sauce should be considered : decidedly, a few bread crumbs, done up with his liver and brains, and a dash of mild sage. But banish, dear Mrs. Cook, I beseech you, the whole onion tribe. Barbecue your whole hogs to your palate, steep them in shalots, stuff them out with plantations of the rank and guilty garlic ; you cannot poison them, or make them stronger than they are ; but consider, he is a weakling, — a flower.