Diary, Reminiscences, and Correspondence of Henry Crabb Robinson, Zväzok 1Fields, Osgood, 1869 - 1051 strán (strany) Diarist, war correspondent for The Times (1808-9), lawyer, who included Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Friedrich Schiller, William Wordsworth, Madame de Stael, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Charles Lamb, and many others, as friends and acquaintences ; and with his friend Thomas Clarkson worked for the abolition of the African slave trade. |
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Strana 224 - As high as we have mounted in delight In our dejection do we sink as low: To me that morning did it happen so; And fears and fancies thick upon me came; Dim sadness — and blind thoughts I knew not, nor could name.
Strana 139 - The finger of God hath left an inscription upon all his works — not graphical or composed of letters, but of their several forms, constitutions, parts, and operations, which aptly joined together do make one word that doth express their natures.
Strana 297 - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man — My haunt, and the main region of my song...
Strana 144 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Strana 279 - God : and he that does a base thing in zeal for his friend, burns the golden thread that ties their hearts together ; it is a conspiracy, but no longer friendship.
Strana 31 - Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers : for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness?
Strana 445 - In keen pursuit — and gave, where'er she flew, Impetuous motion to the Stars above her. A solitary Wolf-dog, ranging on Through the bleak concave, wakes this wondrous chime Of aery voices locked in unison, — Faint — far off — near — deep — solemn and sublime ! — So, from the body of one guilty deed, A thousand ghostly fears, and haunting thoughts, proceed 1 XXXII.
Strana 483 - Monkhouse's (a gentleman I had never seen before), on Wordsworth's invitation, who lives there whenever he comes to town. A singular party: Coleridge, Rogers, Wordsworth and wife, Charles Lamb (the hero, at present, of the "London Magazine") and his sister (the poor woman who went mad with him in the diligence on the way to Paris), and a Mr.
Strana 479 - Speaking of Coleridge, he said, "He ought not to have a wife or children; he should have a sort of diocesan care of the world — no parish duty".
Strana 239 - 'very well intentioned, and, I believe, prepared for the worst. ' He said, pleasantly enough, ' No one can accuse me of not writing ' a libel. Everything is a libel, as the law is now declared, and our ' security lies only in their shame.