The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMacmillan, 1898 - 667 pagina's |
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Pagina xv
... Live stream , Far distant , thus beheld from year to year Of a long exile.1 e , learn through A long exile it proved , for it seems probable that the boy did not return to Ottery until the summer of 1789 . But Coleridge's school - days ...
... Live stream , Far distant , thus beheld from year to year Of a long exile.1 e , learn through A long exile it proved , for it seems probable that the boy did not return to Ottery until the summer of 1789 . But Coleridge's school - days ...
Pagina xxix
... live in the country , near Poole , and to support himself by a mixture of literature and husbandry . 16 We are fortunate in possessing a vivid and comprehensive picture of his views and tastes at this period in a series of unprinted ...
... live in the country , near Poole , and to support himself by a mixture of literature and husbandry . 16 We are fortunate in possessing a vivid and comprehensive picture of his views and tastes at this period in a series of unprinted ...
Pagina xlv
... live ( himself and Chester ) en pension . He then returned to Hamburg , said good - bye to the Wordsworths , and on the 1st October departed again for Ratzeburg , remaining there for the next four months . The early separation from the ...
... live ( himself and Chester ) en pension . He then returned to Hamburg , said good - bye to the Wordsworths , and on the 1st October departed again for Ratzeburg , remaining there for the next four months . The early separation from the ...
Pagina xlviii
... live and dally with fantastic thought , And smiling like a sickly moralist , Finds some resemblance to her own concerns In the straws of chance , and things inanimate ! ' But I cannot truly say that I grieve - I am perplexed - I am sad ...
... live and dally with fantastic thought , And smiling like a sickly moralist , Finds some resemblance to her own concerns In the straws of chance , and things inanimate ! ' But I cannot truly say that I grieve - I am perplexed - I am sad ...
Pagina l
... live in London , and write political articles in the Morning Post . Stuart seems in return to have promised to defray all his expenses . To London accordingly he went directly by coach from Sockburn , arriving on Nov. ember 27 . He ...
... live in London , and write political articles in the Morning Post . Stuart seems in return to have promised to defray all his expenses . To London accordingly he went directly by coach from Sockburn , arriving on Nov. ember 27 . He ...
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Pagina 516 - 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 119 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Pagina 99 - This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
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...
Pagina 92 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Pagina 102 - 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.
Pagina 95 - 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 164 - 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 103 - ' But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the ocean doing ?' SECOND VOICE. " ' Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast — If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim, See, brother, see Ï how graciously She looketh down on him.
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...