The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and VerseCrissy & Markley, 1853 - 546 páginas |
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... poems of Catullus , not only with the Roman poets of the so called silver and brazen ages , but with even those of the Augustan era ; and , on grounds of plain sense and universal logic , to see and assert the superiority of the former ...
... poems of Catullus , not only with the Roman poets of the so called silver and brazen ages , but with even those of the Augustan era ; and , on grounds of plain sense and universal logic , to see and assert the superiority of the former ...
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... poems , which he repub- fished , with some communications from his friends Lamb and Lloyd . and preferred the verse of ... poem that he planned about this period , tianity as commonly received ; or , to nse his own was never completed ...
... poems , which he repub- fished , with some communications from his friends Lamb and Lloyd . and preferred the verse of ... poem that he planned about this period , tianity as commonly received ; or , to nse his own was never completed ...
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... poems of Catullus , not only with the Roman poets of the so called silver and brazen ages , but with even those of the Augustan era ; and , on grounds of plain sense and universal logic , the truth and nativeness both of their thoughts ...
... poems of Catullus , not only with the Roman poets of the so called silver and brazen ages , but with even those of the Augustan era ; and , on grounds of plain sense and universal logic , the truth and nativeness both of their thoughts ...
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... poems , which he repub- foreigner . He spoke with indignation of the Eng- fished , with some communications from his ... poem that he planned about this period , tianity as commonly received ; or , to nse his own was never completed ...
... poems , which he repub- foreigner . He spoke with indignation of the Eng- fished , with some communications from his ... poem that he planned about this period , tianity as commonly received ; or , to nse his own was never completed ...
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... poetic theory by the poet ; and yet , the little he did produce has namely , that which relates to low life . Words ... poem of " Christabel , " Coleridge says , was composed in consequence of an agreement with Mr. Wordsworth , that ...
... poetic theory by the poet ; and yet , the little he did produce has namely , that which relates to low life . Words ... poem of " Christabel , " Coleridge says , was composed in consequence of an agreement with Mr. Wordsworth , that ...
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Página 37 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And no where did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside — Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread ; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red. 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.
Página 186 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Página 22 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green: And still I gaze— and with how blank an eye!
Página 38 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Página 29 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Página 187 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Página 12 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps, Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all...
Página 38 - 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.
Página 38 - 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.
Página 17 - In the great city, pent mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe, shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in Himself.