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Biographia Literaria; Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life ..., Volum 2
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Visualitzaciˇ completa - 1848
Biographia Literaria; Or Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life ..., Volum 2
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Visualitzaciˇ completa - 1817
admiration appear beautiful believe Bertram blank verse boys Bristol brother called character Charles Lloyd child Coleridge's composition Courier criticism Dane delight diction drama EDINBURGH REVIEW edition effect English essays excellence excitement expression eyes fancy Father feelings genius German ground heart heaven honour human Iamus images imagination instance Joan of Arc kind Klopstock Kotzebue language least less letter lines live look mean metre Milton mind moral Morning Post Mother Muse nature never object Paradise Lost passage passion person philosophical Pindar pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry present prose racter Ratzeburg reader rhyme S. T. COLERIDGE says scarcely seems sense Shakespeare shew Sonnet soul Southey speak spirit stanza Stuart style superiour taste thee things thou thought tion translation truth verse Watchman whole words Wordsworth write wrote
PÓgina 51 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen because in that condition the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language...
PÓgina 14 - ... reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities : of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order...
PÓgina 21 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
PÓgina 180 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
PÓgina 112 - Pressed closely palm to palm, and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. And they would shout Across the watery vale, and .shout again, Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled...
PÓgina 103 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
PÓgina 21 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
PÓgina 69 - The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more...
PÓgina 137 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
PÓgina 180 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...