 But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me : A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong!  The Augustan review - Сторінка 241816Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1881 - 592 стор.
...anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish erowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured um : A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I seorned, those only strong ! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1882 - 448 стор.
...Since in me, round me, every where Eternal strength and wisdom are. But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong ! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1883 - 624 стор.
...misery, he was on the rack of furious passions. ' Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom he scorned, those only strong ; Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled and yet burning still, For aye entempesting anew, The unfathomable hell within.' His writings and correspondence exhibit a... | |
 | Edmund Ollier - 1883 - 606 стор.
...the words in which Coleridge depicted his own impressions in the agony of a feverish dream : — " A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorn' d, those only, strong/ Thirst of revenge ; the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1884 - 310 стор.
...Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal strength and wisdom are. But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong ! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1884 - 310 стор.
...Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong ! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still!... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Joseph Skipsey - 1884 - 304 стор.
...everywhere Eternal strength and wisdom are. But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, I Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and...trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong ! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1884 - 312 стор.
...that tortured me: A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong! Thirst of revenge, the powerless...yet burning still! Desire with loathing strangely mixed On wild or hateful objects fixed. Fantastic passions! maddening brawl! And shame and terror over... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1885 - 440 стор.
...Since in me, round me, every where, Eternal strength and wisdom are. But yester-night I pray'd aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish...wild or hateful objects fix'd. Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl ! And shame and terror over all ! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused... | |
 | Robert Cochrane - 1887 - 572 стор.
...yestflr-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Upstarting from the fiendish crowd Of fhnpes and thoughts that tortured me: A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong 1 Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still... | |
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