The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S. T. Coleridge: With a Life of the Author, Volum 1Little, Brown, 1861 |
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Pàgina xvii
... write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in em- ployment alone : but full of its late sufferings ...
... write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in em- ployment alone : but full of its late sufferings ...
Pàgina xxxv
... write ; now , he was 66 over the mouth and nose doing something of importance at Lovell's ; " and so on , until Cottle ... writes Lamb , in the earliest letter of his that has been preserved , 66 are the most eloquent politics that ever ...
... write ; now , he was 66 over the mouth and nose doing something of importance at Lovell's ; " and so on , until Cottle ... writes Lamb , in the earliest letter of his that has been preserved , 66 are the most eloquent politics that ever ...
Pàgina xxxvi
... writes to Poole , calling it " our comfortable cot . " In the same letter , he says , " In the course of half a year I mean to return to Cambridge , having previously taken my name off from the University's control , and , hiring ...
... writes to Poole , calling it " our comfortable cot . " In the same letter , he says , " In the course of half a year I mean to return to Cambridge , having previously taken my name off from the University's control , and , hiring ...
Pàgina xxxviii
... writes thus : - ' Sir , I detest your principles ; your prose I think very so so ; but your poetry is so beautiful that I take in your Watch- man solely on account of it . In justice therefore to me , and some others of my stamp , I ...
... writes thus : - ' Sir , I detest your principles ; your prose I think very so so ; but your poetry is so beautiful that I take in your Watch- man solely on account of it . In justice therefore to me , and some others of my stamp , I ...
Pàgina xxxix
... writes , " Concerning the scheme itself I am undetermined . Not that I am ashamed to receive ; God forbid ! I will ... write for his paper , with the promise of liberal compensa- tion ; but Coleridge hesitated , and nothing was done . At ...
... writes , " Concerning the scheme itself I am undetermined . Not that I am ashamed to receive ; God forbid ! I will ... write for his paper , with the promise of liberal compensa- tion ; but Coleridge hesitated , and nothing was done . At ...
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The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Volum 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1854 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Volum 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1854 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Volum 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1854 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 239 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Pàgina 132 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Pàgina 133 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, 'With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Pàgina 141 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Pàgina 132 - 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!
Pàgina 240 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Pàgina 302 - 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...
Pàgina 286 - O ! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere...
Pàgina 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Pàgina 309 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?