Memories of Old Friends: Being Extracts from the Journals and Letters of Caroline Fox, of Penjerrick, Cornwall, from 1835 to 1871, Band 1J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1882 - 378 Seiten |
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admirable amusing April asked Barclay beautiful Beche believe Bowring Bunsen called Calvert Carclew Carlyle Carlyle's Caroline Fox character Charles Charles Lemon charming Christian conversation Davies Gilbert dear delighted Derwent Coleridge dined dinner E. T. Carne earnest England English eyes F. D. Maurice faith Falmouth fancy father feeling Fox to E. T. French gave German give happy Hartley Coleridge hear heard heart idea interesting J. S. Mill January John Mill John Sterling Julius Hare June Lady lecture letter live Lloyd London look Lord March mind moral morning nature never October papa party Penjerrick pleasant poetry poor quiet remarked S. T. Coleridge says seems September speaks spirit spoke Sterling's sympathy talked tell thee things thou thought tion to-day told took truth W. E. Forster walk whilst wife Wordsworth writing
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Seite 192 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Seite 344 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Seite 324 - BEYOND the smiling and the weeping I shall be soon ; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home ! Sweet hope ! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the blooming and the fading, I shall be soon ; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home ! Sweet hope ! Lord, tarry not, but come.
Seite 307 - Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it.
Seite 334 - A sacred burden is this life ye bear, Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly; Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly; Fail not for sorrow; falter not for sin; But onward, upward, till the goal ye win.
Seite 67 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Seite 344 - My eyes are dim with childish tears. My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Seite 223 - BONO What is hope ? A smiling rainbow Children follow through the wet ; 'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder : Never urchin found it yet. What is Life ? A thawing iceboard On a sea with sunny shore ; — Gay we sail ; it melts beneath us ; We are sunk, and seen no more. What is Man ? A foolish baby, Vainly strives, and fights, and frets ; Demanding all, deserving nothing ; — One small grave is what he gets.
Seite 94 - that his father made him study ecclesiastical history before he was ten. This method of early intense application he would not recommend to others; in most cases it would not answer, and where it does, the buoyancy of youth is entirely superseded by the maturity of manhood, and action is very likely to be merged in reflection. ' I never was a boy,' he said, ' never played at cricket; it is better to let Nature have her own way.
Seite 218 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...