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It was on this tour that Coleridge wrote the Lines at the King's Arms , Ross , and On Bala Hill , p . 33 . 1 A less detailed account was written , August 24 , 1794 , to Mr. C. Heath of Monmouth , by Coleridge himself .
It was on this tour that Coleridge wrote the Lines at the King's Arms , Ross , and On Bala Hill , p . 33 . 1 A less detailed account was written , August 24 , 1794 , to Mr. C. Heath of Monmouth , by Coleridge himself .
Pagina xc
he would reply , “ that I cannot move my arms , is my complaint and my misery ! ” Had he “ but £ 200 - half to send to Mrs. Coleridge , and half to place himself in a private madhouse where he could procure nothing but what a physician ...
he would reply , “ that I cannot move my arms , is my complaint and my misery ! ” Had he “ but £ 200 - half to send to Mrs. Coleridge , and half to place himself in a private madhouse where he could procure nothing but what a physician ...
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... The Furies fell each alter'd breast com- These are the ills , that may the course Whilst Vengeance drunk with human attendblood stands by Then with the joys of home contented And smiling fires each heart and arms resteach hand .
... The Furies fell each alter'd breast com- These are the ills , that may the course Whilst Vengeance drunk with human attendblood stands by Then with the joys of home contented And smiling fires each heart and arms resteach hand .
Pagina 12
Enfolded close in grief thy form I see No more wilt thou expand thy willing arms , Receive the fervent Jove , and yield him all thy charms ! LOVELY gems of radiance meek Tumbling down my Laura's cheek , As the streamlets silent glide ...
Enfolded close in grief thy form I see No more wilt thou expand thy willing arms , Receive the fervent Jove , and yield him all thy charms ! LOVELY gems of radiance meek Tumbling down my Laura's cheek , As the streamlets silent glide ...
Pagina 13
How sad remembrance bids my bosom ( Not such did Memnon's sister sable heave ! drest ) Take these bright arms with royal Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; face imprest , A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice , Meek were ...
How sad remembrance bids my bosom ( Not such did Memnon's sister sable heave ! drest ) Take these bright arms with royal Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; face imprest , A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice , Meek were ...
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