Diary, Reminiscences, and Correspondence of Henry Crabb Robinson: ...

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Fields, Osgood, & Company, 1870
 

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Seite 141 - 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.
Seite 146 - 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
Seite 281 - 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.
Seite 33 - Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers : for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness?
Seite 447 - 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.
Seite 485 - 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.
Seite 146 - I am not in the habit of grudging people their good things, but I wish I had written those lines.' " ' 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 good morning.
Seite 330 - I AM not one who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk, Of friends, who live within an easy walk, Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight : And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk, These all wear out of me, like forms with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night Better than such discourse...
Seite 217 - HENRY CRABB ROBINSON'S Diary IV 1811. "July 24/A. — Late at C. Lamb's. Found a large party there. Southey had been with Blake, and admired both his designs and his poetic talents. At the same time he held him to be a decided madman. Blake, he said, spoke of his visions with the diffidence which is usual with such people, and did not seem to expect that he should be believed. He showed Southey a perfectly mad poem, called "Jerusalem".
Seite 299 - I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep - and aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil. All strength - all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form Jehovah - with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones, I pass them unalarmed.

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