Cumberland, Keswick and Southey's countryJ. MacLehose, 1894 |
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Pàgina 34 - I was born, the furniture which has been before my eyes all my life, a bookcase which has followed me about like a faithful dog (only exceeding him in knowledge), wherever I have moved, old chairs, old tables, streets, squares, where I have sunned myself; my old school — these are my mistresses.
Pàgina 34 - ... lakes, affect me no more, or scarcely come to me in more venerable characters, than as a gilded room with tapestry and tapers, where I might live with handsome visible objects. I consider the clouds above me but as a roof beautifully painted, but unable to satisfy the mind: and at last, like the pictures of the apartment of a connoisseur, unable to afford him any longer a pleasure. So fading upon me, from disuse, have been the beauties of Nature, as they have been confinedly called; so ever fresh,...
Pàgina 59 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Pàgina 22 - And now, beloved Stowey! I behold Thy church-tower, and, methinks, the four huge elms Clustering, which mark the mansion of my friend; And close behind them, hidden from my view, Is my own lowly cottage, where my babe And my babe's mother dwell in peace!
Pàgina 36 - He received us with all the hospitality in the world, and gave up his time to show us all the wonders of the country. He dwells upon a small hill by the side of Keswick, in a comfortable house, quite enveloped on all sides by a net of mountains: great floundering bears and monsters they seemed, all couchant and asleep.
Pàgina 155 - By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially, beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide ; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight ; Death the Skeleton, And Time the Shadow ; there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship...
Pàgina 25 - Murillo and Velasquez. His mouth was gross, voluptuous, open, eloquent; his chin good-humoured and round ; but his nose, the rudder of the face, the index of the will, was small, feeble, nothing — like what he has done.
Pàgina 26 - In height he might seem to be about five feet eight (he was, in reality, about an inch and a half taller, but his figure was of an order which drowns the height); his person was broad and full, and tended even to corpulence; his complexion was fair, though not what painters technically...
Pàgina 34 - ... steams of soups from kitchens, the pantomimes — London itself a pantomime and a masquerade — all these things work themselves into my mind, and feed me, without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impels me into night-walks about her crowded streets, and I often shed tears in the motley Strand from fulness of joy at so much life.
Pàgina 57 - STOP, Christian passer-by ! — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A Poet lies, or that which once seemed he. — O, lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found Death in Life, may here find Life in Death ! Mercy for Praise — to be forgiven for -Fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same...