The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - Всего страниц: 420 |
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... FEARS IN SOlitude FIRE , FAMINE , AND SLAUGHter RECANTATION ⌘8 * 8 99 108 11. LOVE POEMS . INTRODUCTION TO THE TAle of the DARK LADIE 110 LewTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHAUNT III THE PICTURE , or the LoveR'S RESOLUTION 113 THE NIGHT ...
... FEARS IN SOlitude FIRE , FAMINE , AND SLAUGHter RECANTATION ⌘8 * 8 99 108 11. LOVE POEMS . INTRODUCTION TO THE TAle of the DARK LADIE 110 LewTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHAUNT III THE PICTURE , or the LoveR'S RESOLUTION 113 THE NIGHT ...
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... fear of snapping the flower . A third and heavier accusa- tion has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An Author is obscure , when his concep- tions are dim and imperfect , and his ...
... fear of snapping the flower . A third and heavier accusa- tion has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An Author is obscure , when his concep- tions are dim and imperfect , and his ...
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... fear of detection will not account for this , as he would have recorded that had it existed ; but modern writing , either verse or prose , did not at first touch his remote and imaginative apprehension , and the second leading ...
... fear of detection will not account for this , as he would have recorded that had it existed ; but modern writing , either verse or prose , did not at first touch his remote and imaginative apprehension , and the second leading ...
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... fear we must acknowledge at once that he had no clearness nor wholeness in his metaphysical life , we never find on reading the Biographia Literaria and the Friend that he has led us forward , but rather we have been follow- ing ...
... fear we must acknowledge at once that he had no clearness nor wholeness in his metaphysical life , we never find on reading the Biographia Literaria and the Friend that he has led us forward , but rather we have been follow- ing ...
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... fear of public censure . There are , we must allow , reasons deducible from the poem itself against this last theory . The consciousness of the mastiff - bitch of something uncanny , is from the first an indication of witchcraft being ...
... fear of public censure . There are , we must allow , reasons deducible from the poem itself against this last theory . The consciousness of the mastiff - bitch of something uncanny , is from the first an indication of witchcraft being ...
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Стр. 156 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Стр. 15 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Стр. 1 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Стр. 31 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Стр. 146 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy...
Стр. 8 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. 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!
Стр. 3 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Стр. xxx - 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.
Стр. 11 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The...
Стр. 12 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand; It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!