The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Том 2G. Bell and sons, 1890 |
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Стр. xxvii
... probably a resort of Grecians . It was but a stone's- throw from the school , in the purlieus of the old market . It perished in the fire in Paternoster Square , in 1883 , — in the same year as The Cock , by Temple Bar , Tennyson's ...
... probably a resort of Grecians . It was but a stone's- throw from the school , in the purlieus of the old market . It perished in the fire in Paternoster Square , in 1883 , — in the same year as The Cock , by Temple Bar , Tennyson's ...
Стр. xxix
... probably the two trans- lations from Catullus : and to these must be added Absence , and the numerous poems in our second division , dated 1789 or 1790 , as well as two or three in our later divisions . 3 Coleridge quitted Christ's ...
... probably the two trans- lations from Catullus : and to these must be added Absence , and the numerous poems in our second division , dated 1789 or 1790 , as well as two or three in our later divisions . 3 Coleridge quitted Christ's ...
Стр. xxxv
... probably right . 3 Where , & c . ] " It is now almost ten years since he and I first met , in my rooms at Oxford , which meeting decided the destiny of both . ” — Southey , April 3 , 1804 . Article . ] In The Flagellant , of all papers ...
... probably right . 3 Where , & c . ] " It is now almost ten years since he and I first met , in my rooms at Oxford , which meeting decided the destiny of both . ” — Southey , April 3 , 1804 . Article . ] In The Flagellant , of all papers ...
Стр. xxxix
... probably commenced , but cer- tainly not , as its title says , " written , ” — on Christmas Eve , of this year . It must be the " unfinished poem , " 1 Salutation . ] It is clear that the name of the Inn was usually thus abbreviated ...
... probably commenced , but cer- tainly not , as its title says , " written , ” — on Christmas Eve , of this year . It must be the " unfinished poem , " 1 Salutation . ] It is clear that the name of the Inn was usually thus abbreviated ...
Стр. xlii
... probably true . 4 Coleridge published , before the close of the year , the substance of some of these lectures , in two pamphlets , Conciones ad Populum , or Addresses to the People , and The Plot Discovered , or an Address to the ...
... probably true . 4 Coleridge published , before the close of the year , the substance of some of these lectures , in two pamphlets , Conciones ad Populum , or Addresses to the People , and The Plot Discovered , or an Address to the ...
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Стр. 180 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Стр. clvi - 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 watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Стр. clii - Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
Стр. 157 - 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. 175 - Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God ! Or let me sleep alway.
Стр. 167 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.
Стр. 195 - And slowly rolled her eyes around; Then drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet, and full in view, Behold! her bosom and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell!
Стр. 156 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,
Стр. 159 - 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...
Стр. 171 - 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.