Coleridge, Том 10Harper & brothers, 1884 - Всего страниц: 199 |
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... THE WORDSWORTHS . - LAST ILL- NESS AND DEATH 160 • · CHAPTER XI . 66 COLERIDGE'S METAPHYSICS AND THEOLOGY . - THE SPIRITUAL PHILOSOPHY " OF MR . GREEN • 173 CHAPTER XII . COLERIDGE'S POSITION IN HIS LATER YEARS . 1 * CONTENTS . ix.
... THE WORDSWORTHS . - LAST ILL- NESS AND DEATH 160 • · CHAPTER XI . 66 COLERIDGE'S METAPHYSICS AND THEOLOGY . - THE SPIRITUAL PHILOSOPHY " OF MR . GREEN • 173 CHAPTER XII . COLERIDGE'S POSITION IN HIS LATER YEARS . 1 * CONTENTS . ix.
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... green wealth of summer foliage into the well - nigh naked woods of later autumn . During 1797 and 1798 the Ancient Mariner , the first part of Christabel , the fine ode to France , the Fears in Solitude , the beautiful lines entitled ...
... green wealth of summer foliage into the well - nigh naked woods of later autumn . During 1797 and 1798 the Ancient Mariner , the first part of Christabel , the fine ode to France , the Fears in Solitude , the beautiful lines entitled ...
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... green , high , with two chasms and a tent - like ridge in the larger . A fairer scene you have not seen in all your wanderings . " There is here no note of discontent with the writer's sur- roundings ; and yet , adds Mr. Cuthbert ...
... green , high , with two chasms and a tent - like ridge in the larger . A fairer scene you have not seen in all your wanderings . " There is here no note of discontent with the writer's sur- roundings ; and yet , adds Mr. Cuthbert ...
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... green : And still I gaze - and with how blank an eye ! 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 ...
... green : And still I gaze - and with how blank an eye ! 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 ...
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... Green , after- wards a distinguished surgeon and Fellow of the Royal Society , who in his early years had developed a strong taste for metaphysical speculation , going even so far as to devote one of his hard - earned periods of ...
... Green , after- wards a distinguished surgeon and Fellow of the Royal Society , who in his early years had developed a strong taste for metaphysical speculation , going even so far as to devote one of his hard - earned periods of ...
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Стр. 172 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Стр. 58 - 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...
Стр. 94 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan: Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Стр. 92 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear...
Стр. 58 - At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour...
Стр. 53 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?
Стр. 43 - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Стр. 6 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus...
Стр. 94 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Стр. 40 - 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 apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.