The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Том 7Harper & brothers, 1853 |
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... True " ( it may be answered ) " but how is the Public interested in your sorrows or your description ? " We are forever attributing per- sonal unities to imaginary aggregates . What is the Public , but * To the first and second editions ...
... True " ( it may be answered ) " but how is the Public interested in your sorrows or your description ? " We are forever attributing per- sonal unities to imaginary aggregates . What is the Public , but * To the first and second editions ...
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... true : Ah ! the like would the proud Autocratix * do ! At taxes impending not Britain would tremble , Nor Prussia struggle her fear to dissemble ; Nor the Mah'met - sprung wight The great Mussulman Would stain his Divan With Urine the ...
... true : Ah ! the like would the proud Autocratix * do ! At taxes impending not Britain would tremble , Nor Prussia struggle her fear to dissemble ; Nor the Mah'met - sprung wight The great Mussulman Would stain his Divan With Urine the ...
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... True impress each of their creating Sire ! Yet nor high grove , nor many - colored mead , Nor the green Ocean with his thousand isles , Nor the starred azure , nor the sovran sun , E'er with such majesty of portraiture . Imaged the ...
... True impress each of their creating Sire ! Yet nor high grove , nor many - colored mead , Nor the green Ocean with his thousand isles , Nor the starred azure , nor the sovran sun , E'er with such majesty of portraiture . Imaged the ...
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... True love ; and true love's innocence , White blossom of the myrtle ! V. Associates of thy name , sweet child ! These virtues mayst thou win ; With face as eloquently mild , To say , they lodge within . VI . So , when her tale of days ...
... True love ; and true love's innocence , White blossom of the myrtle ! V. Associates of thy name , sweet child ! These virtues mayst thou win ; With face as eloquently mild , To say , they lodge within . VI . So , when her tale of days ...
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... true courage dwell with them , Who , playing tricks with conscience , dare not look At their own vices . We have been too long Dupes of a deep delusion ! Some , belike , Groaning with restless enmity , expect All change from change of ...
... true courage dwell with them , Who , playing tricks with conscience , dare not look At their own vices . We have been too long Dupes of a deep delusion ! Some , belike , Groaning with restless enmity , expect All change from change of ...
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Сторінка 231 - We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Сторінка 243 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 213 - 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.
Сторінка 242 - Second Voice. Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast. If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Сторінка 246 - Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along ; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Сторінка 230 - 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.
Сторінка 237 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Сторінка 232 - Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down ; 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! 158 THE ANCIENT MARINER.
Сторінка 241 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length, With a short uneasy motion.
Сторінка 239 - And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was as its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.