The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1925 - 667 pagina's |
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Pagina xvi
... young Mirandula ) , to hear thee unfold , in thy deep and sweet intonations , the mysteries of Jamblichus , or Plotinus ( for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts ) , or reciting Homer in his Greek , or ...
... young Mirandula ) , to hear thee unfold , in thy deep and sweet intonations , the mysteries of Jamblichus , or Plotinus ( for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts ) , or reciting Homer in his Greek , or ...
Pagina xxv
... young printer , bookseller , and poetaster . He was very friendly to the Pantisocrats , and when they could not quite make up a seven weeks ' lodging bill , he lent them a five - pound note , delighted to be thus assured that the ...
... young printer , bookseller , and poetaster . He was very friendly to the Pantisocrats , and when they could not quite make up a seven weeks ' lodging bill , he lent them a five - pound note , delighted to be thus assured that the ...
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 xliv
... young Stowey man named John Chester , of whom Hazlitt has left a graphic account in My first acquaintance with Poets . + Coleridge met the Wordsworths in London about the 10th September , and spent a few hurried days . He arranged with ...
... young Stowey man named John Chester , of whom Hazlitt has left a graphic account in My first acquaintance with Poets . + Coleridge met the Wordsworths in London about the 10th September , and spent a few hurried days . He arranged with ...
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 ...
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Pagina 585 - And white robes were given unto every one of them ; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.
Pagina 94 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Pagina 98 - 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 135 - 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 106 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Pagina 166 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pagina 97 - We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Pagina 105 - If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.' First Voice "'But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?' . • ; Second Voice " ' The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. " ' Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high ! Or we shall be belated: . ;.. For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.
Pagina 520 - That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Pagina 94 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing...