Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 6William Blackwood, 1820 |
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... never have been expected thoroughly and intimately to understand the scope of those extraordinary productions - but this ought only to have acted as an ad- ditional motive with those who profess to be the guides of public opinion , to ...
... never have been expected thoroughly and intimately to understand the scope of those extraordinary productions - but this ought only to have acted as an ad- ditional motive with those who profess to be the guides of public opinion , to ...
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... never revisited by a mood suf- ficiently genial - he determined to let the piece be printed as it was . It is not in the history of Christabel alone that we have seen reason to suspect Mr Coleridge of being by far too pas- sive in his ...
... never revisited by a mood suf- ficiently genial - he determined to let the piece be printed as it was . It is not in the history of Christabel alone that we have seen reason to suspect Mr Coleridge of being by far too pas- sive in his ...
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... never more Shall I behold , oh Spain ! thy distant shore ! Here lay my bones , that the same tree may wave O'er the poor Christian's and the Indian's grave . O may it- ( when the sons of future days Shall hear our tale , and on the ...
... never more Shall I behold , oh Spain ! thy distant shore ! Here lay my bones , that the same tree may wave O'er the poor Christian's and the Indian's grave . O may it- ( when the sons of future days Shall hear our tale , and on the ...
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... never been able to understand a single page of Saint Cyprian , and cannot tell you whether the Fathers lived before or after Christ . And as for their Honesty , it is very remarkable : they will either persuade you to go upon another ...
... never been able to understand a single page of Saint Cyprian , and cannot tell you whether the Fathers lived before or after Christ . And as for their Honesty , it is very remarkable : they will either persuade you to go upon another ...
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... never makes an end ; she writes , and blots out again , whilst the other delibe- rates what to write . I know two nega- tives make an affirmative ; but what her aye and no together makes , I know not ; nor what to make of it , but that ...
... never makes an end ; she writes , and blots out again , whilst the other delibe- rates what to write . I know two nega- tives make an affirmative ; but what her aye and no together makes , I know not ; nor what to make of it , but that ...
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Сторінка 5 - And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed mariner. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she : Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot chuse but hear— And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed mariner. In the beginning of the
Сторінка 7 - He made and loveth all. The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone ; and now the Wedding-guest Turned from the bridegroom's door. He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn : A SADDER AND A WISER MAN, HE
Сторінка 12 - his knees ; And how she tended him in vain—- And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in a cave ; And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay. His dying words—but when I
Сторінка 5 - The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howl'd, Like noises in a swound ! At length did cross an Albatross : Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it
Сторінка 6 - the white Moon-shine. 4< God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?"—With my crossbow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are represented by the poet as having been the consequences of this
Сторінка 10 - there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame ; And Christabel saw the lady's eye, And nothing else saw she thereby* Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old nitch in the wall. О softly tread, said Christabel, My father seldom sleepeth well. Sweet Christabel her feet
Сторінка 10 - kennel, the mastiff old Lay fast asleep, in moonshine cold. The mastiff old did not awake, Yet she an angry moan did make ! And what can ail the mastiff bitch ? Never till now she utter'd yell Beneath the eye of Christabel. Perhaps it is the owlet's scritch : For what can ail the mastiff bitch ? They
Сторінка 10 - her chamber door ; And now with eager feet press down The rushes of her chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carv'd so curiously, Carv'd with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's bruin,
Сторінка 6 - day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion, As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink ; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : О Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea,
Сторінка 6 - have diced for the ship's crew—and she, the latter, has won the ancient Mariner. These verses are, we think, quite new. The second of them is, perhaps, the most exquisite in the whole poem. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun't rim