Memoir and Letters of Sara Coleridge, Tema 29,Volumen2

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Henry S. King & Company, 1873
 

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Página 295 - Honour misplaced, and Dignity astray ; Feuds, factions, flatteries, enmity, and guile Murmuring submission, and bald government, (The idol weak as the idolater,) And Decency and Custom starving Truth, And blind Authority beating with his staff The child that might have led him ; Emptiness Followed as of good omen, and meek Worth Left to herself unheard of and unknown.
Página 43 - And in this Trinity none is afore or after other; none is greater or less than another.
Página 375 - Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave. ' The good die first, And those whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket !
Página 77 - Quivi sospiri pianti e alti guai risonavan per l'aere sanza stelle; per ch'io al cominciar ne lagrimai. Diverse lingue, orribili favelle, parole di dolore, accenti d'ira, voci alte e fioche, e suon di man con elle facevan un tumulto, il qual s'aggira sempre in quell'aura sanza tempo tinta, come la rena quando turbo spira. E io, ch'avea d'error la testa cinta, dissi: «Maestro, che è quel ch'i
Página 257 - He made no reply at the time, and the words seemed to have passed unheeded; indeed, it was not certain that they had been even heard. More than twenty-four hours afterwards one of his nieces came into the room, and was drawing aside the curtain of his chamber, and then, as if awakening from a quiet sleep, he said, "Is that Dora?
Página 29 - The very movements in Dante have something brief; swift, decisive, almost military. It is of the inmost essence of his genius this sort of painting. The fiery, swift Italian nature of the man, so silent, passionate, with its quick abrupt movements, its silent ' pale rages,' speaks itself in these things.
Página 326 - I have lived among poets a great deal, and have known greater poets than he is " (she had known Wordsworth and her own father), " but a more entire poet, one more a poet in his whole mind and temperament, I never knew or met with.
Página 72 - KNOW you, fair, on what you look ? Divinest love lies in this book : Expecting fire from your eyes, To kindle this his sacrifice. When your hands untie these strings, Think you've an angel by the wings. One that gladly will be nigh, To wait upon each morning sigh. To flutter in the balmy air, Of your well perfumed prayer.

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