The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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G. Bell, 1885
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Pagina 173 - of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sail'd on, 2 Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep, The lonesome From the land of mist and snow,
Pagina 162 - Into that silent sea. Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad conld be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun, at noon, 1 Uprist.] It certainly,—as has been pointed
Pagina cxxxiii - How they seem'd to fill the sea and air, With their sweet jargoning! And now '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,
Pagina 67 - chap. iv. v. 2 and 3 :—" And immediately I was in the Spirit: and, behold, a Throne was set in Heaven, and One sat on the Throne. And He that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone,
Pagina 181 - With a woeful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then at an uncertain hour, That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. The ancient Mariner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve him ;* and the penance of life falls on him.
Pagina 183 - loveth us, He made and loveth all." The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone; and now the Wedding-Guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door. He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man * He rose the morrow morn. 1 A
Pagina cli - shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment which constitutes poetic faith. Mr. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and
Pagina 174 - quoth one,' is this the man ? By Him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. ' The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Pagina 169 - OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving moon went up the sky, in
Pagina 168 - OF COLERIDGE. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea ! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. I look'd upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away

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