The life and correspondence of Robert Southey. Ed. by C.C. Southey, Volume 2

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Page 39 - Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. The people assembled: Mahomet called the hill to come to him again and again ; and when the hill stood still, he was never a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill.
Page 313 - I am inclined to believe that we do not have catechumens taught to say "to do my duty in that state of life into which it has pleased God to call me" until we have the beginning of movements of individuals away from their birth positions in society.
Page 229 - The mountains, on Thursday evening, before the sun was quite down, or the moon bright, were all of one dead-blue colour ; their rifts, and rocks, and swells, and scars had all disappeared — the surface was perfectly uniform, nothing but the outline distinct ; and this even surface of dead blue, from its unnatural uniformity, made them, though not transparent, appear transvious, — as though they were of some soft or cloudy texture through which you could have passed, I never saw any appearance...
Page 21 - Preadamite kings, a city of the Anakim, must have appeared so shapeless and yet so like the ruins of what had been shaped, after the waters of the flood subsided. I ascended with some toil the highest point; two large stones inclining on each other formed a rude portal on the summit : here I sat down ; a little level platform about two yards long lay before me, and then the eye fell immediately upon the sea, far, very far below. I never felt the sublimity of solitude before.
Page 96 - I eat oranges, figs, and delicious pears — drink Colares wine, a sort of half-way excellence between port and claret — read all I can lay my hands on — dream of poem after poem, and play after play — take a siesta of two hours, and am as happy as if life were but one everlasting to-day, and that to-morrow was not to be provided for.
Page 277 - A good man and a wise man may at times be angry with the world, at times grieved for it ; but be sure no man was ever discontented with the world if he did his duty in it.
Page 260 - Imagine me in this great study of mine from breakfast till dinner, from dinner till tea, and from tea till supper, in my old black coat, my corduroys alternately with the long worsted pantaloons and gaiters in one, and the green shade, and sitting at my desk, and you have my picture and my history.
Page 145 - In front we have a giant's camp — an encamped army of tent-like mountains, which by an inverted arch gives a view of another vale. On our right the lovely vale and the wedgeshaped lake of Bassenthwaite ; and on our left Derwentwater and Lodore full in view, and the fantastic mountains of Borrodale.
Page 25 - Away went Jackson, and knocked at every door till he found the right. It was a truly miserable place : the woman of the house was one of the worst class of women in London. She knew that Bampfylde had no money, and that at that time he had been three days without food.
Page 257 - ... hills, and the shadow and substance joined at their bases so indivisibly that you could make no separation even in your judgment. As I stood on the shore, heaven and the clouds seemed lying under me ; I was looking down into the sky, and the whole range of mountains, having one line of summits under my feet and another above me, seemed to be suspended between the firmaments. Shut your eyes and dream of a scene so unnatural and so beautiful. What I have said is most strictly and scrupulously true...

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