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Death of Robert Lovell Mr. Southey's course of historical lectures Mr. Coleridge disappoints his audience Excursion to Tintern Abbey Dissension between Mr. Coleridge and Mr. Southey Incidents connected with Mr. Coleridge's volume of Poems Mr. Coleridge married to Miss Sarah Fricker Household articles required Notices of Wm. Gilbert, Ann Yearsley, H. More, and Robert Hall Mr.
She was entranced by her first sight of the lake, which is not surprising, for to one who has never seen them the lakes must be a revelation. Dick Burden, by the way, was not with us on this run, nor was he at Chester. He had business in London, which kept him longer than he expected when he left our party at Tintern. I can't say I regret him, though others may.
We are all in the quest and our captains are those who lead us to the highest peaks of revelation Bach fashioning that immortal Concerto for Two Violins that takes us out like unsullied children into fields of asphodel; Wordsworth looking out over Tintern Abbey and capturing for us that
From Tintern to Chepstow we followed an unsurpassed mountain road.
The result of this companionship was Lyrical Ballads, an epoch-making volume of romantic verse, containing such gems as Wordsworth's Lines composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, Lines written in Early Spring, We Are Seven, and Coleridge's The Ancient Mariner.
It was Cynthia who pointed the moral. "There is always an ogre's cave near the Enchanted Garden," she said, "and those were surely ogerish days when men were flayed alive for hunting the King's deer." It is not to be wondered at if they dawdled somewhat by the way, when that way led past Offa's Dyke, through Chepstow, and Tintern, and Monmouth, and Symon's Yat.
There's no going against Lady Tintern; and at seventeen she ought to be something more than a tomboy, after all." "You were married at seventeen, weren't you?" said Sarah to Lady Mary, in her deep, almost tragic voice a voice that commanded attention, though it came oddly from her girlish chest. "Sarah!" said Mrs. Hewel. Lady Mary started and smiled. "Me? Yes, Sarah; I was married at seventeen."
He kept his vow and "went it one better," for among his verses I find the following titles: "Lines Left Upon a Seat in a Yew-Tree," "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey," "To a Wounded Butterfly," "To Dora's Portrait," "To the Cuckoo," "On Seeing a Needlebook Made in the Shape of a Harp," etc.
Hewel feared her outspokenness would offend Lady Mary, but she could perceive only pleasure and amusement in the face of her hostess, between whom and the worldly old woman there sprang up a friendliness that was almost instantaneous. "And you are like a Cosway miniature yourself, my dear," said Lady Tintern, peering out of her dark eyes at Lady Mary's delicate white face.
'But we await your explanation. What business has he to desert his wife and children? 'Let me give an account of a day I spent with him at Tintern, not long before I left England. He and his wife were having a holiday there, and I called on them. We went to walk about the Abbey. Now, for some two hours I will be strictly truthful whilst we were in the midst of that lovely scenery, Mrs.
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