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... turn of mind . It would seem that Samuel inherited much more from his father than from his mother . The Reverend John Coleridge died before his youngest son was seven years of age ; in about two years , the mother followed him to the ...
... turn of mind . It would seem that Samuel inherited much more from his father than from his mother . The Reverend John Coleridge died before his youngest son was seven years of age ; in about two years , the mother followed him to the ...
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... make him glance rapidly over the page of prose to see whether that word appears upon it , and to turn the leaf decisively when he perceives that it does . But I have been anticipating somewhat , and must revert xiv PREFATORY NOTICE .
... make him glance rapidly over the page of prose to see whether that word appears upon it , and to turn the leaf decisively when he perceives that it does . But I have been anticipating somewhat , and must revert xiv PREFATORY NOTICE .
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... turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful and most often an unavailing effort . " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart The tale of misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon ...
... turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful and most often an unavailing effort . " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart The tale of misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon ...
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... Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never passed away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs , Nor turn them up to pray . And now this spell was snapt : once more I 12 THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never passed away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs , Nor turn them up to pray . And now this spell was snapt : once more I 12 THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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... turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple or in shade . It raised my hair ...
... turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple or in shade . It raised my hair ...
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Alvar arms beneath BILLAUD VARENNES blood brother BUTLER Christabel cloth gilt cloud Coleridge Coleridge's Coloured Illustrations Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Edition Egra Emperor Engravings fair faithful father Fcap fear feelings French morocco Friedland gaze gentle gilt edges GUSTAVE DORÉ hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope Illo Isid ISOLANI lady light live look Lord maid MARADAS moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO pause Piccolomini poem POETICAL Prague QUESTENBERG Robespierre round Salisbury Square SCENE silent sleep song soul spirit stand stars Swedes sweet TALLIEN tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou hast thought thyself traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild words
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Seite 89 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man, Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 2 - 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 10 - ... twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.
Seite 16 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 10 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Seite 4 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Seite 14 - 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! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Seite 116 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
Seite 15 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Seite 93 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long.