Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic StudiesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 297 pàgines |
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... Hope flattered their sink- ing souls . But strange ! as the ship descried passes between them and the setting sun the face of the sun is crossed as with bars . The sail was but the skeleton - phantom of a ship . She came along side ! On ...
... Hope flattered their sink- ing souls . But strange ! as the ship descried passes between them and the setting sun the face of the sun is crossed as with bars . The sail was but the skeleton - phantom of a ship . She came along side ! On ...
Pàgina 37
... hope you'll whip him , Mrs. Coleridge . ' This woman still lives at Ottery ; and neither philosophy nor religion has been able to conquer the antipathy which I feel towards her , whenever I see her . put to bed , and recovered in a day ...
... hope you'll whip him , Mrs. Coleridge . ' This woman still lives at Ottery ; and neither philosophy nor religion has been able to conquer the antipathy which I feel towards her , whenever I see her . put to bed , and recovered in a day ...
Pàgina 46
... hope like a fiery column before thee , the dark pillar not yet turned - Samuel Taylor Coleridge , Logician , Metaphysician , Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the cloister stand still , intranced with admiration ( while ...
... hope like a fiery column before thee , the dark pillar not yet turned - Samuel Taylor Coleridge , Logician , Metaphysician , Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the cloister stand still , intranced with admiration ( while ...
Pàgina 56
... hope , wrote from Clevedon to a friend , that from their cottage he had a variegated land and sea view . Those were Coleridge's few halcyon days . His lovely bride was within the cot- tage ; his young , earnest brain teemed with ...
... hope , wrote from Clevedon to a friend , that from their cottage he had a variegated land and sea view . Those were Coleridge's few halcyon days . His lovely bride was within the cot- tage ; his young , earnest brain teemed with ...
Pàgina 59
... hope , sir , I must beg to be excused . ' ' Coleridge made but one more attempt in person to get subscribers , and that is described , in the tenth chapter of the Biographia Lite- raria , as amusingly as the first . At Birmingham he ...
... hope , sir , I must beg to be excused . ' ' Coleridge made but one more attempt in person to get subscribers , and that is described , in the tenth chapter of the Biographia Lite- raria , as amusingly as the first . At Birmingham he ...
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Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic Studies George Henry Calvert Visualització completa - 1880 |
Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Æsthetic Studies (Classic Reprint) George H. Calvert Previsualització no disponible - 2015 |
Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Æsthetic Studies (Classic Reprint) George H. Calvert Previsualització no disponible - 2018 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 217 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
Pàgina 243 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Pàgina 23 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. " He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Pàgina 20 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Pàgina 20 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Pàgina 141 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check.
Pàgina 140 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Pàgina 241 - All he had loved, and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, Dimmed the aereal eyes that kindle day; Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.
Pàgina 106 - If Hope prostrate lie, Love, too, will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er, with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Woos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ; Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love.
Pàgina 249 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.