The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMacmillan, 1898 - 667 pagina's |
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Pagina xvii
... Note 31 , ' p . 565 . 3 He seems to have been called ' Brother Coly ' by the Evanses . 4 A Wish , the two poems which follow it , and the Complaint of Ninathóma , pp . 19 , 20 . 5 The book into which the headmaster of Christ's caused ...
... Note 31 , ' p . 565 . 3 He seems to have been called ' Brother Coly ' by the Evanses . 4 A Wish , the two poems which follow it , and the Complaint of Ninathóma , pp . 19 , 20 . 5 The book into which the headmaster of Christ's caused ...
Pagina xxi
... Note 228 , ' p . 646 ; and to describe Pantisocracy . ' The most complete account of the scheme is to be found in a letter written by Thomas Poole a few weeks after it had been explained to him by Southey and Coleridge Twelve gentlemen ...
... Note 228 , ' p . 646 ; and to describe Pantisocracy . ' The most complete account of the scheme is to be found in a letter written by Thomas Poole a few weeks after it had been explained to him by Southey and Coleridge Twelve gentlemen ...
Pagina xxiii
... Note 60 , p . 573 . 6 4 On a Discovery made too late , p . 34. See also ' Note 57 , ' p . 571 . 5 Compare On a Discovery made too late , P. 34 . the whine of selfish Sensibility . In a few months 1794 xxiii CAMBRIDGE.
... Note 60 , p . 573 . 6 4 On a Discovery made too late , p . 34. See also ' Note 57 , ' p . 571 . 5 Compare On a Discovery made too late , P. 34 . the whine of selfish Sensibility . In a few months 1794 xxiii CAMBRIDGE.
Pagina xxiv
... Notes ' 64-73 , PP . 574 , 575 . 3 Letter to Coleridge , June 10 , 1796. Cf. letters of June 14 and December 2 , 1796 . See also ' Note 57 , ' p . 571. The tavern ( 17 New . gate Street ) survived as such till 1884 , when it was burnt ...
... Notes ' 64-73 , PP . 574 , 575 . 3 Letter to Coleridge , June 10 , 1796. Cf. letters of June 14 and December 2 , 1796 . See also ' Note 57 , ' p . 571. The tavern ( 17 New . gate Street ) survived as such till 1884 , when it was burnt ...
Pagina xxvi
... Note 63 , ' p . 573 ; and ' Note 87 , ' p . 579 . 3 Letters of R. S. i . 41 . 4 Cottle's Rem . pp . 104-107 . 6 See ' Note 83 , ' p . 578 . to the pilgrim and the tourist ) , and on xxvi 1795- INTRODUCTION.
... Note 63 , ' p . 573 ; and ' Note 87 , ' p . 579 . 3 Letters of R. S. i . 41 . 4 Cottle's Rem . pp . 104-107 . 6 See ' Note 83 , ' p . 578 . to the pilgrim and the tourist ) , and on xxvi 1795- INTRODUCTION.
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Pagina 583 - And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth...
Pagina 96 - 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.
Pagina 133 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Pagina 518 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, '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!
Pagina 164 - Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful Form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible...
Pagina 101 - 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...
Pagina 95 - 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...
Pagina 107 - 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.
Pagina 99 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Pagina 92 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.