The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. Daly, 1838 - 464 páginas |
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... bring up , so as to escape his censure . I learnt from him , that poetry , even that of the loftiest , and seemingly that of the wildest odes , had a logic of its own , as severe as that of science ; and more difficult , because more ...
... bring up , so as to escape his censure . I learnt from him , that poetry , even that of the loftiest , and seemingly that of the wildest odes , had a logic of its own , as severe as that of science ; and more difficult , because more ...
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... bring with them of course- 1. Characteristics of Shakspeare's Dramatic Works , with a Critical Review of each Play ; together with a relative and comparative Critique of the Kind and Degree of the Merits and Demerit of the Dramatic ...
... bring with them of course- 1. Characteristics of Shakspeare's Dramatic Works , with a Critical Review of each Play ; together with a relative and comparative Critique of the Kind and Degree of the Merits and Demerit of the Dramatic ...
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... bring to maturity the harvest of a renown like his . The ripening of his mind , with all its golden fruitage , is but the seed - time of his glory . The close and consummation of his labours ( grievous to those that knew him , and even ...
... bring to maturity the harvest of a renown like his . The ripening of his mind , with all its golden fruitage , is but the seed - time of his glory . The close and consummation of his labours ( grievous to those that knew him , and even ...
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... bring him down again to the softest level of humanity . " - The Metropolitan . 66 Coleridge was a philosopher , a poet , and , what was infinitely better , a sincere and zealous Christian . Both by the endowments of nature and the ...
... bring him down again to the softest level of humanity . " - The Metropolitan . 66 Coleridge was a philosopher , a poet , and , what was infinitely better , a sincere and zealous Christian . Both by the endowments of nature and the ...
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... brings From Flatt'ry's night - shade : as he feels , he sings . TO A FRIEND , TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM . THUS far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme Elaborate and swelling : yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit ...
... brings From Flatt'ry's night - shade : as he feels , he sings . TO A FRIEND , TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM . THUS far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme Elaborate and swelling : yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit ...
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Página 94 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 106 - 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...
Página 88 - 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.
Página 97 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; sometimes all little birds that are, how they seemed 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.
Página 86 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Página 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Página 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Página 95 - My lips were wet. my throat was cold, My garments all were dank: Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. " I moved and could not feel my limbs ; I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. "And soon I heard a roaring wind, It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere.
Página 85 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.