The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volum 6

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Harper & brothers, 1854
 

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Pàgina 193 - But when God commands to take the trumpet, and blow a dolorous or a jarring blast, it lies not in man's will what he shall say, or what he shall conceal.
Pàgina 156 - For they have healed the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, "Peace, peace!
Pàgina 344 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your...
Pàgina 380 - Behold, my mother and my brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of God, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.
Pàgina 423 - No mention shall be made of coral, or of pearls, for the price of wisdom is above rubies.
Pàgina 512 - The Sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And like a lobster boil'd, the morn. From black to red began to turn.
Pàgina 312 - And the high priest arose, and said unto him, Answerest thou nothing? What is it which these witness against thee? But Jesus held his peace. And the high priest answered and said unto him, I adjure thee by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be the Christ, the Son of God.
Pàgina 406 - A loose, slack, not well-dressed youth met Mr. and myself in a lane near Highgate. knew him, and spoke. It was Keats. He was introduced to me, and stayed a minute or so. After he had left us a little way, he came back and said : ' Let me carry away the memory, Coleridge, of having pressed your hand ! ' ' There is death in that hand,' I said to , when Keats was gone ; yet this was, I believe, before the consumption showed itself distinctly.
Pàgina 300 - The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, Nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
Pàgina 431 - Shakspeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other.

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