The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the AuthorJohn Thomas Cox, 1836 - 403 стор. |
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With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. over . " Be this as it may , there was one custom of our master's which I cannot pass over in silence , because I think it imitable and worthy of imitation . He would often permit our ...
With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. over . " Be this as it may , there was one custom of our master's which I cannot pass over in silence , because I think it imitable and worthy of imitation . He would often permit our ...
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With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. nets of Mr. Bowles , twenty in number , and just then published in a quarto pamphlet , were first made known and presented to me by a school - fellow who had quitted us for the ...
With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. nets of Mr. Bowles , twenty in number , and just then published in a quarto pamphlet , were first made known and presented to me by a school - fellow who had quitted us for the ...
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... Coleridge had not the least taste for these , and here his case was hopeless ; so that he despaired of a fellowship , and gave up what in his heart he coveted - college honours , and a college life . When he quitted college , which he ...
... Coleridge had not the least taste for these , and here his case was hopeless ; so that he despaired of a fellowship , and gave up what in his heart he coveted - college honours , and a college life . When he quitted college , which he ...
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With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. he entered this regiment as a cornet . Some years after- wards , I believe he was then captain of Coleridges ' troop , going into the stables , at Reading , he remarked , written on the ...
With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. he entered this regiment as a cornet . Some years after- wards , I believe he was then captain of Coleridges ' troop , going into the stables , at Reading , he remarked , written on the ...
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... Coleridge published a small volume of poems ; they were praised by the critics of the day . At this time the recent French Revolution had intoxi- cated most of the enthusiastic minds of Europe . Cole- ridge did not escape the infection ...
... Coleridge published a small volume of poems ; they were praised by the critics of the day . At this time the recent French Revolution had intoxi- cated most of the enthusiastic minds of Europe . Cole- ridge did not escape the infection ...
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Сторінка 185 - 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 wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
Сторінка 94 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Сторінка 106 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
Сторінка 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Сторінка 97 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Сторінка 81 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Сторінка 98 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Сторінка li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Сторінка 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Сторінка 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.