The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. Daly, 1838 - Всего страниц: 464 |
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... comes to a deal of money at the end of the year . And how much did you say there was to be for the money ? ' ' Thirty - two pages , Sir ! large octavo , closely printed . ' Thirty and two pages ? Bless me , except what I does in a ...
... comes to a deal of money at the end of the year . And how much did you say there was to be for the money ? ' ' Thirty - two pages , Sir ! large octavo , closely printed . ' Thirty and two pages ? Bless me , except what I does in a ...
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... come till late on the Saturday afternoon before he was to preach ; and Mr. Rowe , who himself went down to the coach in a state of anxiety and expectation , to look for the arrival of his successor , could find no one at all answering ...
... come till late on the Saturday afternoon before he was to preach ; and Mr. Rowe , who himself went down to the coach in a state of anxiety and expectation , to look for the arrival of his successor , could find no one at all answering ...
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... come half - way to meet me . I stammered out my acknowledgments , and acceptance of this offer as well as I could ; and this mighty business being settled , the poet - preacher took leave , and I accompanied him six miles on the road ...
... come half - way to meet me . I stammered out my acknowledgments , and acceptance of this offer as well as I could ; and this mighty business being settled , the poet - preacher took leave , and I accompanied him six miles on the road ...
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... come to man's estate ; or if he had , he would not have been a man , but a monster . ' He spoke with contempt of Gray , and with intolerance of Pope . He thought little of Junius as a writer ; he had a dislike of Dr. Johnson ; and a ...
... come to man's estate ; or if he had , he would not have been a man , but a monster . ' He spoke with contempt of Gray , and with intolerance of Pope . He thought little of Junius as a writer ; he had a dislike of Dr. Johnson ; and a ...
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... come . His sufferings were extreme and constant , but they had not power to disturb the tranquillity of his mind , or ruffle the sweetness of his temper . This great poet and philosopher See those delightful volumes , recently published ...
... come . His sufferings were extreme and constant , but they had not power to disturb the tranquillity of his mind , or ruffle the sweetness of his temper . This great poet and philosopher See those delightful volumes , recently published ...
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Стр. 94 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Стр. 106 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
Стр. 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 97 - 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. 86 - 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. "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Стр. li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Стр. 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Стр. 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Стр. 95 - My lips were wet. my throat was cold, My garments all were dank: Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. " I moved and could not feel my limbs ; I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. "And soon I heard a roaring wind, It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere.
Стр. 85 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.