The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S. T. Coleridge: With a Life of the Author, Том 1Little, Brown, 1861 |
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... living writer is yet sub judice ; and if we cannot follow his conceptions or enter into his feelings , it is more consoling to our pride to consider him as lost beneath , than as soaring above us . If any man expect from my poems the ...
... living writer is yet sub judice ; and if we cannot follow his conceptions or enter into his feelings , it is more consoling to our pride to consider him as lost beneath , than as soaring above us . If any man expect from my poems the ...
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... living near Stowey , and with him Coleridge had already contracted a close inti- macy . And now , with a home of his own , and with friends around him , there seemed nothing to pre- vent him from accomplishing some of those lite- rary ...
... living near Stowey , and with him Coleridge had already contracted a close inti- macy . And now , with a home of his own , and with friends around him , there seemed nothing to pre- vent him from accomplishing some of those lite- rary ...
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... living by writing daily for the Morning Post . In January , 1800 , he writes to Mr. Thomas Wedgwood , - " Thank God , I have my health perfectly , and am working hard , yet the present state of human affairs presses on me for days ...
... living by writing daily for the Morning Post . In January , 1800 , he writes to Mr. Thomas Wedgwood , - " Thank God , I have my health perfectly , and am working hard , yet the present state of human affairs presses on me for days ...
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... living at Keswick , where he had taken a small house . His son Derwent was just born , and here in quiet he intended to finish some one or more of his literary undertakings . He writes to Wedgwood , - " You will in three weeks see the ...
... living at Keswick , where he had taken a small house . His son Derwent was just born , and here in quiet he intended to finish some one or more of his literary undertakings . He writes to Wedgwood , - " You will in three weeks see the ...
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... living included . " Of these lectures , as of his former courses , no re- port has been preserved . In the same year , Cole- ridge wrote frequently for the Courier , a paper which Mr. Stuart , the former editor of the Morn- ing Post ...
... living included . " Of these lectures , as of his former courses , no re- port has been preserved . In the same year , Cole- ridge wrote frequently for the Courier , a paper which Mr. Stuart , the former editor of the Morn- ing Post ...
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Стр. 239 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Стр. 132 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 133 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, 'With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Стр. 141 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Стр. 132 - 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!
Стр. 240 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Стр. 302 - 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. 286 - O ! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere...
Стр. 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Стр. 309 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?