The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 420 Seiten |
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... THINGS WITHOUT A NAME . DUTY SURVIVING SELF - LOVE 172 SONG 172 PHANTOM OR FACT ? A DIALOGUE IN VERSE 173 WORK WITHOUT HOPE 173 YOUTH AND AGE 174 A DAY DREAM 174 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS 175 TO A LADY , OFFENDED ...
... THINGS WITHOUT A NAME . DUTY SURVIVING SELF - LOVE 172 SONG 172 PHANTOM OR FACT ? A DIALOGUE IN VERSE 173 WORK WITHOUT HOPE 173 YOUTH AND AGE 174 A DAY DREAM 174 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS 175 TO A LADY , OFFENDED ...
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... thing . Coleridge had not at that time finally left Jesus College , because he took the MS . thither and published it as his own , dating from the College , so that it has ever since been looked upon as his . We have printed it in this ...
... thing . Coleridge had not at that time finally left Jesus College , because he took the MS . thither and published it as his own , dating from the College , so that it has ever since been looked upon as his . We have printed it in this ...
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... things were not visible till the century was out . Still if we give five years as the duration of his productive ... thing the Wedgwoods ever did , their poor patronage of Flaxman being a niggardly trading speculation , on which they ...
... things were not visible till the century was out . Still if we give five years as the duration of his productive ... thing the Wedgwoods ever did , their poor patronage of Flaxman being a niggardly trading speculation , on which they ...
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... things that entitle Coleridge to his high place as a poet . " The highest lyric work , " he says , " is either passionate or imagi- native . Of passion Coleridge's has nothing ; but for height and perfection of imaginative quality , he ...
... things that entitle Coleridge to his high place as a poet . " The highest lyric work , " he says , " is either passionate or imagi- native . Of passion Coleridge's has nothing ; but for height and perfection of imaginative quality , he ...
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... summer house on the way , one in which he had not lost his precious thing , like Bunyan's old - fashioned pilgrim , but found it . Let me finish by transcribing some portion of the inscription on the Introductory Memoir . xxvii.
... summer house on the way , one in which he had not lost his precious thing , like Bunyan's old - fashioned pilgrim , but found it . Let me finish by transcribing some portion of the inscription on the Introductory Memoir . xxvii.
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Alvar anguish arms beneath Billaud Varennes blessed breast bright brother BUTLER child Christabel clouds Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dæmon dare dark dead dear death didst doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emperor Exit faithful fancy father fear feelings Friedland gaze gentle Geraldine groan hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope hour Illo Isid ISOLANI Jesus College lady light living look Lord maid MARADAS Moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO pause Piccolomini Pilsen poem Prague Ques QUESTENBERG Robespierre round S. T. COLERIDGE SCENE silent sleep smile song soul spirit stand stars Swedes sweet Tallien tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing thou hast thought traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild wing words Wran
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Seite 156 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Seite 15 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Seite 1 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Seite 31 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Seite 146 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy...
Seite 8 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Seite 3 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Seite xxx - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Seite 11 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The...
Seite 12 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand; It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!