Mr. Southey, in the Poet's Pilgrimage, speaks of it in lines which I cannot deny myself the pleasure of connecting with my own.
Southey was still lingering at Greta Hall; but it was death in life.
Southey's indulgence at bed-time, was a glass of hot rum punch, enriched with a little black current jelly.
Among others the poet-laureate, Southey, remonstrated with Shelley.
We were interested also in the memorials of Southey at Crossthwaite Church.
Southey confessed that he "read and studied and all but worshipped Godwin."
Nevertheless Scott found it easy to criticise Southey's poems adversely, as we may see from his correspondence.
This Sonnet was sent in a letter to Southey, dated December 11, 1794.
Southey's judgment on the Cathedral was that "it looked finest when you could only see half of it."
This sonnet was sent in a letter to Southey, dated December 17, 1794.