The Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeE. Moxon, 1857 - 427 Seiten |
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... thought ; but for this he offers an apology , which has hitherto * Gillman's " Life of Coleridge , " p . 146 . Table Talk , p . 323 , third edition . Bue ( with one recent exception , which will be noticed viii PREFACE .
... thought ; but for this he offers an apology , which has hitherto * Gillman's " Life of Coleridge , " p . 146 . Table Talk , p . 323 , third edition . Bue ( with one recent exception , which will be noticed viii PREFACE .
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... became popular in this country , has taken far greater liberties with the Portuguese than Coleridge with the German original . † Piccolomini , Act ii . Scene 3 . exquisite expression ; " and , indeed , the thought PREFACE . ix.
... became popular in this country , has taken far greater liberties with the Portuguese than Coleridge with the German original . † Piccolomini , Act ii . Scene 3 . exquisite expression ; " and , indeed , the thought PREFACE . ix.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Derwent Coleridge. exquisite expression ; " and , indeed , the thought is here largely amplified . In 1823 , this translation was reviewed in " Black- wood , " the critic summing up his judgment in the following ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Derwent Coleridge. exquisite expression ; " and , indeed , the thought is here largely amplified . In 1823 , this translation was reviewed in " Black- wood , " the critic summing up his judgment in the following ...
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... thoughts ! Thy dying father comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother , with a mute entreaty , Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah ! not SCENE ...
... thoughts ! Thy dying father comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother , with a mute entreaty , Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah ! not SCENE ...
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... thought ! you , [ Clasping her forehead . Val . A thought ? even so ! mere thought ! an empty thought . The very week he promised his return- Ter . [ abruptly . ] Was it not then a busy joy ? to see him , After those three years ...
... thought ! you , [ Clasping her forehead . Val . A thought ? even so ! mere thought ! an empty thought . The very week he promised his return- Ter . [ abruptly . ] Was it not then a busy joy ? to see him , After those three years ...
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Alvar arms army Art thou BATHORY Bethlen brother BUTLER Casimir cavern command Coun Count COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dare dear deed destiny dost doth dream Duch DUCHESS Duke Egra Emerick Emperor enemy enter evil Exit faithful father fear fortune Friedland GLYCINE hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hither honour Illo Illyria Isid Isidore ISOLANI King Kiuprili lady Laska leave live look lord MARADAS Moorish mother murder ne'er never noble o'er OCTAVIO OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI ORDONIO pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Prince Ques QUESTENBERG Ragozzi regiments round Sarolta SCENE Servants soul speak spirit stand Swedes sword tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA There's thine Thou art thou hast thyself traitor translation trust Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN word Wran ZAPOLYA
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 226 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Seite 62 - This is the process of our love and wisdom To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps— and what if guilty ? Is this the only cure ! Merciful God ! Each pore and natural outlet...
Seite 276 - Was not the will kept free? Beheld I not The road of duty close beside me — but One little step, and once more I was in it! Where am I? Whither have I been transported? No road, no track behind me, but a wall Impenetrable, insurmountable, Rises obedient to the spells I muttered And meant not — my own doings tower behind me.
Seite 298 - Above all others make I large concession. For thou must move a world and be the master — He kills thee who condemns thee to inaction. So be it then ! maintain thee in thy post By violence. Resist the emperor, And if it must be force with force repel ; I will not praise it, yet I can forgive it. But not — not to the traitor — yes ! the word Is spoken out Not to the traitor can I yield a pardon.
Seite 224 - I stepped in ; and now The narrowing line of day-light, that ran after The closing door, was gone ; and all about me 'Twas pale and dusky night, with many shadows Fantastically cast. Here six or seven Colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me In a half-circle.
Seite 289 - ... it. What is there in thy case so black and monstrous ? Thou art accused of treason — whether with Or without justice is not now the question — Thou art lost if thou dost not avail thee quickly Of the power which thou possessest — Friedland ! Duke...
Seite 355 - Stand'st thou, like me, a freeman in the world, That in thy actions thou shouldst plead free agency ? On me thou'rt planted, I am thy emperor ; To obey me, to belong...
Seite 226 - They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend ; and to the lover Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky Shoot influence down: and even at this day 'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, And Venus who brings every thing that's fair!
Seite 226 - And if this be the science of the stars, I too, with glad and zealous industry, Will learn acquaintance with this cheerful faith. It is a gentle and affectionate thought, That in immeasurable heights above us, At our first birth, the wreath of love was woven, With sparkling stars for flowers.
Seite 255 - ... Before thine eyes is treason drawing out ^ As black a web as e'er was spun for venom : A power of hell o'erclouds thy understanding. I dare no longer stand in silence — dare No longer see thee wandering on in darkness, Nor pluck the bandage from thine eyes. MAX. My father ! Yet, ere thou speakest, a moment's pause of thought!