The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMacmillan, 1898 - 667 pagina's |
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Pagina xxiii
... Young Jackass in Jesus Piece , 1 which he afterwards toned down and sent to the Morning Chronicle.2 In November he lost a friend ( a son of the Vicar of Ottery ) , and mourned over him in an elegy . It contains lines bewailing his own ...
... Young Jackass in Jesus Piece , 1 which he afterwards toned down and sent to the Morning Chronicle.2 In November he lost a friend ( a son of the Vicar of Ottery ) , and mourned over him in an elegy . It contains lines bewailing his own ...
Pagina xxxii
... young man of fortune who abandoned himself to an indolent and causeless melancholy ( p . 68 ) . When Lamb heard of the farm , ' he asked sceptically , And what does your worship know about farming ? ' and recommended the cultivation of ...
... young man of fortune who abandoned himself to an indolent and causeless melancholy ( p . 68 ) . When Lamb heard of the farm , ' he asked sceptically , And what does your worship know about farming ? ' and recommended the cultivation of ...
Pagina xxxix
... young , as if the sounds had echoed from the bottom of the human heart , and as if that prayer might have floated in solemn silence through the universe . The preacher then launched into his subject like an eagle dallying with the wind ...
... young , as if the sounds had echoed from the bottom of the human heart , and as if that prayer might have floated in solemn silence through the universe . The preacher then launched into his subject like an eagle dallying with the wind ...
Pagina xlvii
... young men , so that there was then a friendly little band of Englishmen , with Coleridge for its centre , if not its leader . For he , we are assured , was ' the noticeable Engländer . ' From Carlyon's rather dreary farrago of a book ...
... young men , so that there was then a friendly little band of Englishmen , with Coleridge for its centre , if not its leader . For he , we are assured , was ' the noticeable Engländer . ' From Carlyon's rather dreary farrago of a book ...
Pagina lxi
... young lady ( evidently Miss Wordsworth ) of whom , shortly after her marriage , Mrs. Coleridge was furiously jealous , has , I believe , little or no foundation . So far as I am aware , friendly rela tions between Mrs. Coleridge and ...
... young lady ( evidently Miss Wordsworth ) of whom , shortly after her marriage , Mrs. Coleridge was furiously jealous , has , I believe , little or no foundation . So far as I am aware , friendly rela tions between Mrs. Coleridge and ...
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Populaire passages
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.