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... dead ) , born 30th August , baptized 3rd September , 1768 . ( 6. ) EDWARD , born 3rd September , baptized 21st September , 1770 . The Seventh entry on the Register I give here verbatim from the certified copy made for me by the Very Rev ...
... dead ) , born 30th August , baptized 3rd September , 1768 . ( 6. ) EDWARD , born 3rd September , baptized 21st September , 1770 . The Seventh entry on the Register I give here verbatim from the certified copy made for me by the Very Rev ...
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... dead in their books . Yet , in the intervals of toil , even there , in Leadenhall Street , he had his golden fancies . As a Sonneteer , as a Story - teller , as a Critic , having an exquisite relish for nearly everything that is best in ...
... dead in their books . Yet , in the intervals of toil , even there , in Leadenhall Street , he had his golden fancies . As a Sonneteer , as a Story - teller , as a Critic , having an exquisite relish for nearly everything that is best in ...
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... dead upstairs . Mary , as usual , was away at the lunatic asylum . Charles was pouring out his heart to Coleridge . " My heart is quite sick , " he wrote , " and I don't know where to look for relief . My head is very bad . I almost ...
... dead upstairs . Mary , as usual , was away at the lunatic asylum . Charles was pouring out his heart to Coleridge . " My heart is quite sick , " he wrote , " and I don't know where to look for relief . My head is very bad . I almost ...
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... dead ! Coleridge is dead ! " Just five weeks before he himself expired , he wrote in a few sentences expressive of the tenderest appreciation , his " Last Words on Coleridge . " The cause of his own demise was a trivial accident ...
... dead ! Coleridge is dead ! " Just five weeks before he himself expired , he wrote in a few sentences expressive of the tenderest appreciation , his " Last Words on Coleridge . " The cause of his own demise was a trivial accident ...
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... dead - that the terrible truth was first revealed . Immediately after Charles Lamb himself had passed away , the most genial and tenderly reticent tributes were offered to his memory . ( 1 ) Barry Cornwall , whose name was on the ...
... dead - that the terrible truth was first revealed . Immediately after Charles Lamb himself had passed away , the most genial and tenderly reticent tributes were offered to his memory . ( 1 ) Barry Cornwall , whose name was on the ...
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Page 51 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man : Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like, I paced round the haunts of my childhood : Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces.
Page 434 - MANKIND, says a Chinese manuscript, which my friend M. was obliging enough to read and explain to me, for the first seventy thousand ages ate their meat raw, clawing or biting it from the living animal, just as they do in Abyssinia to this day. This period is not obscurely hinted at by their great Confucius in the second chapter of his Mundane Mutations, where he designates a kind of golden age by the term Cho-fang, literally the Cook's Holiday.
Page 436 - 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.
Page 516 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place or honours ; but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want.
Page 404 - Then I went on to say, how religious and how good their great-grandmother Field was, how beloved and respected by everybody, though she was not indeed the mistress of this great house, but had only the charge of it (and yet in some respects she might be said to be the mistress of it too) committed to her by the owner, who preferred living in a newer and more fashionable mansion which he had purchased somewhere in the adjoining county ; but still she lived in it in a manner as if it had been her own,...
Page 435 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, 'Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father, only taste — O Lord!
Page 51 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seem'da desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling ? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
Page 542 - Spenser platonising, sings: — -Every spirit as it is more pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For of the soul the body form doth take: For soul is form and doth the body make.
Page 346 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, 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.
Page 486 - So far from being ashamed of that intimacy, which was betwixt us, it is my boast that I was able for so many years to have preserved it entire ; and I think I shall go to my grave without finding, or expecting to find, such another companion.