The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Том 2G. Bell and sons, 1890 |
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... tells us , to be 3 1 Admits . ] In his sketch appended to the Biographia Literaria , 2nd edition , 1847 . 2 Folly . ] He swam across the New River in his clothes , and remained in them . Need we wonder to hear of jaundice and rheumatic ...
... tells us , to be 3 1 Admits . ] In his sketch appended to the Biographia Literaria , 2nd edition , 1847 . 2 Folly . ] He swam across the New River in his clothes , and remained in them . Need we wonder to hear of jaundice and rheumatic ...
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... tells us he was " friendless " in London , and had few visitors . We should discount his statements a little . We have been able to gather that his brother Luke , while in London , did not neglect him . Most other near relatives , so ...
... tells us he was " friendless " in London , and had few visitors . We should discount his statements a little . We have been able to gather that his brother Luke , while in London , did not neglect him . Most other near relatives , so ...
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... tells Allsop , long after , no meretricious accomplishments : " yet she could sing , as her daughter informs us : - 66 " In soft impassion'd voice , correctly wild , " - if we may trust the poem To the Rev. W. J. H .: moreover , genius ...
... tells Allsop , long after , no meretricious accomplishments : " yet she could sing , as her daughter informs us : - 66 " In soft impassion'd voice , correctly wild , " - if we may trust the poem To the Rev. W. J. H .: moreover , genius ...
Стр. lxiii
... which Wordsworth tells us was written with the object of obtaining £ 5 . See § 3 . Then , & c . ] Born 1778 , died 1830 . verging upon manhood , made Coleridge's acquain- tance during the 1 THE EVENTS OF COLERIDGE's life . lxiii.
... which Wordsworth tells us was written with the object of obtaining £ 5 . See § 3 . Then , & c . ] Born 1778 , died 1830 . verging upon manhood , made Coleridge's acquain- tance during the 1 THE EVENTS OF COLERIDGE's life . lxiii.
Стр. lxxii
... tells us , in his account of the origin of Lyrical Ballads ( see § 3 ) , that he conceived the idea of the poem at Stowey . This may have been so , and still not invalidate our statements in the text ; we feel an inclination , however ...
... tells us , in his account of the origin of Lyrical Ballads ( see § 3 ) , that he conceived the idea of the poem at Stowey . This may have been so , and still not invalidate our statements in the text ; we feel an inclination , however ...
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Alfoxden Allsop Ancient Mariner anguish appeared Bard beneath Biographia Literaria blest Bowles breast breath Bristol brother charms Christ's Hospital Christabel Cole Coleridge's Cottle dark dear death Derwent Coleridge dream edition fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze genius Gillman Grasmere Hartley hath hear heart Heaven hope hour Josiah Wedgwood Keswick lady Lamb Lectures letter lines Lord Lord Byron Lyrical Ballads maid meek mind Monody Muse Nether Stowey never night o'er Ottery pain peace pity Pixies poet poetry published Quincey reader ridge round S. T. Coleridge Sara Coleridge says Shakspere Shurton Sibylline Leaves sigh sister sleep smile soft song sonnet soothes sorrow soul Southey Southey's spirit Stowey stream sweet Table Talk tear tell thee thou thought thro tion verse voice volume wandering Wedgwood wild wing word Wordsworth writes written youth
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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.