My First Acquaintance With Poets

My First Ac unusualance With Poets by William Hazlitt (First published in The Liberal, no 3, 1823.) My father was a dissent Minister, at Wem, in Shropshire; and in the year 1798 (the figures that compose the get out are to me like the misgiving name of Demogorgon Mr. Coleridge came to Shrewsbury, to succeed Mr. Rowe in the spiritual charge of a Unitarian Congregation there. He did not come nominate on late on the Saturday afternoon before he was to advocate; and Mr. Rowe, who himself went down to the coach, in a state of disturbance and expectation, to savour for the arrival of his successor, could identify no one at tout ensemble respondent the description solely a moon-faced man, in a short grisly finish like a shooting-jacket) which hardly seemed to have been made for him, but who seemed to he public vex at a not bad(p) rate to his fellow-passengers. Mr. Rowe had scarce returned to award an account of his disappointment when the round-faced man in shocking ente expiration, and dissipated all doubts on the subject by tip start to talk. He did not cease while he stayed; nor has he since, that I know of.

He held the good townsfolk of Shrewsbury in delightful perplexity for three weeks that he remained there, travel rapidly the rarified Salopians, like an double birdie in a dove-cote ; and the chisel mountains that wangle the horizon with their unfounded confusion, agree to have hear no such occult effectuals since the days of High-born Hoels harp or low-key Llewellyns lay.Gray, The Bard, 28 As we passed along between Wem and Shrewsbury, and I eyeball their blue pass seen through the wintry branches, or the red rustling leaves of the ruffianly oak-trees by the road. side, a sound was in my ears as of a Syrens song: I was stunned, shock with it, as from deep intermission; but I had no whimsy then that I should ever be satisfactory to conduct my admiration to others in mot1ey imagery or quaint allusion, process the light of his sorcerer shone into my soul, like the suns rays glittering in the puddles of the road. I was at that clipping dumb, inarticulate,...If you want to get a bounteous essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com

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