The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and VerseT. Cowperthwait, 1845 - 546 Seiten |
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... interest in my mind . " Poetry had become in- are well put together and correctly versified.- sipid ; all his ideas were directed to his favorite Coleridge also , in the winter of that year , delivered theological subjects and ...
... interest in my mind . " Poetry had become in- are well put together and correctly versified.- sipid ; all his ideas were directed to his favorite Coleridge also , in the winter of that year , delivered theological subjects and ...
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... interest of novelty by pectedly arrived on a visit to his friend Dr. Stodart , the modifying colors of imagination . The sudden then king's advocate in that island , and was in- charm , which accidents of light and shade , which ...
... interest of novelty by pectedly arrived on a visit to his friend Dr. Stodart , the modifying colors of imagination . The sudden then king's advocate in that island , and was in- charm , which accidents of light and shade , which ...
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... interest- ing articles to , Mr. Southey's " Omniana , " in two small volumes . In the year 1816 , appeared the Biographical Sketches of his Literary Life and Opinions , and his newspaper Poems re - collected under the title of ...
... interest- ing articles to , Mr. Southey's " Omniana , " in two small volumes . In the year 1816 , appeared the Biographical Sketches of his Literary Life and Opinions , and his newspaper Poems re - collected under the title of ...
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... interest to as having a more excellent reward , and as distin- protect the royalists ; but even at a time when all guished by a transcendent glory : and this reward lies would have been meritorious against him , no and this glory he ...
... interest to as having a more excellent reward , and as distin- protect the royalists ; but even at a time when all guished by a transcendent glory : and this reward lies would have been meritorious against him , no and this glory he ...
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... interest , No motive could have tempted him to falsehood : In the first pangs of his awaken'd conscience , When with abhorrence of his own black purpose The murderous weapon , pointed at my breast , Fell from his palsied hand- ZULIMEZ ...
... interest , No motive could have tempted him to falsehood : In the first pangs of his awaken'd conscience , When with abhorrence of his own black purpose The murderous weapon , pointed at my breast , Fell from his palsied hand- ZULIMEZ ...
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Seite 71 - 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 And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Seite 77 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, '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 ! Farewell, farewell!
Seite 49 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Seite 72 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Seite 72 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Seite 72 - 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.
Seite 78 - Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull.
Seite 75 - 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.
Seite 65 - 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 59 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen: Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake...