A Memoir of the Life and Writings of the Late William Taylor of Norwich ...

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John Warden Robberds
J. Murray, 1843 - Authors, English
 

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Page 96 - Tramp! tramp! along the land they rode, Splash! splash! along the sea; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood, The flashing pebbles flee, 'Hurrah! hurrah! well ride the dead; The bride, the bride, is come; And soon we reach the bridal bed, For, Helen, here's my home...
Page 159 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone: who can be a companion of thy course!
Page 374 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same; Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent!
Page 374 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 455 - I am grieved that you never met Coleridge ; all other men whom I have ever known are mere children to him, and yet all is palsied by a total want of moral strength.
Page 320 - Burger is one of those authors whose book I like to have in my hand, but when I have laid the book down I do not think about him. I remember a hurry of pleasure, but J have few distinct forms that people my mind, nor any recollection of delicate or minute feelings which he has either communicated to me, or taught me to recognise.
Page 223 - is, I think, the clumsiest attempt at German sublimity I ever saw.
Page 462 - Coleridge and I have often talked of making a great work upon English literature : but Coleridge only talks, and, poor fellow ! he will not do that long, I fear ; and then I shall begin, in my turn, to feel an old man, — to talk of the age of little men, and complain like Ossian. It provokes me when I hear a set of puppies yelping at him, upon whom he, a great good-natured mastiff, if he came up to them, would just lift up his leg and pass on. It vexes and grieves me to the heart, that when he...
Page 453 - Trissino' to cure my poetry of its wheyishness ; let me prescribe the 'Vulgar Errors' of Sir Thomas Browne to you for a like remedy. You taught me to write English by what you said about Burger's language and from what I felt from your translations, — one of the eras of my intellectual history ; would that I could now in my turn impress you with the same convictions ! Crowd your ideas as you will, your images can never be too many ; give them the stamp and autograph of William...
Page 296 - ... those of uncertain value be afterwards concentrated, rendered stimulant by withdrawing the water of deliquescence, be alcoholized, and have their aroma distilled into a quintessential drop of otr. If there be a poetical sin in which you are apt to indulge, it is expatiation, an Odyssey garrulity, as if you were ambitious of exhausting a topic, instead of selecting its more impressive outlines only. In a metrical romance this is probably no evil — some feeble intervals increase the effect of...