Table Talk of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: And the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel, &cGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1884 - Всего страниц: 298 |
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... verse , and was stirred to enthusiasm by the Fall of the Bastile . In February , 1791 , he went to Cambridge , and was entered at Jesus College . " " Physically indolent , and with a poet's mind most rarely gifted , young Coleridge , in ...
... verse , and was stirred to enthusiasm by the Fall of the Bastile . In February , 1791 , he went to Cambridge , and was entered at Jesus College . " " Physically indolent , and with a poet's mind most rarely gifted , young Coleridge , in ...
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... verse himself , and if less gifted than they were with geniu was to be valued for his gifts of cash . Joseph Cottle encouraged Coleridge b offering to pay him thirty guineas for a volume of his poems . Joseph Cott made also the like ...
... verse himself , and if less gifted than they were with geniu was to be valued for his gifts of cash . Joseph Cottle encouraged Coleridge b offering to pay him thirty guineas for a volume of his poems . Joseph Cott made also the like ...
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... verse naturally evolved , and that the entire Pindaric ode , instead of being the loose and lawless outburst which so many have fancied , is , without any exception , the most artificial and highly wrought composition which Time has ...
... verse naturally evolved , and that the entire Pindaric ode , instead of being the loose and lawless outburst which so many have fancied , is , without any exception , the most artificial and highly wrought composition which Time has ...
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... Verses . I remember it well . ' · " P. True : now our dear excellent friend Coleridge , than whom God never made a creature more divinely endowed , yet , strange it is to say , sometimes steals from other people , just as you or I might ...
... Verses . I remember it well . ' · " P. True : now our dear excellent friend Coleridge , than whom God never made a creature more divinely endowed , yet , strange it is to say , sometimes steals from other people , just as you or I might ...
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... Verses were in fact genuine , which they are not , we might , indeed , well doubt ; for there are numerous authorities which would lead us to believe that the practice of voting by beans or ballot was long subsequent to the time of ...
... Verses were in fact genuine , which they are not , we might , indeed , well doubt ; for there are numerous authorities which would lead us to believe that the practice of voting by beans or ballot was long subsequent to the time of ...
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Стр. 286 - 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. 283 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Стр. 282 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. "The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Стр. 278 - 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. 284 - But soon I heard the dash of oars, I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Стр. 283 - 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! 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.
Стр. 279 - How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Стр. 278 - 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. 283 - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?
Стр. 277 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon—" The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.