The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the AuthorJohn Thomas Cox, 1836 - 403 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة lviii
... fortune or literary reputa- tion , and that the sole regret I now feel at the scantiness of my means , arises out of my inability to make such present provision for my dear Hartley , my first - born , as might set his feelings at ease ...
... fortune or literary reputa- tion , and that the sole regret I now feel at the scantiness of my means , arises out of my inability to make such present provision for my dear Hartley , my first - born , as might set his feelings at ease ...
الصفحة lxi
... fortune to know , we never met any one who was so utterly regardless of the reputation of the mere author as Mr. Coleridge - one so lavish and in- discriminate in the exhibition of his own intellectual wealth before any and every person ...
... fortune to know , we never met any one who was so utterly regardless of the reputation of the mere author as Mr. Coleridge - one so lavish and in- discriminate in the exhibition of his own intellectual wealth before any and every person ...
الصفحة lxix
... d and cheering : now fraternal love Hath drawn you to one centre . Be your days Holy , and blest and blessing may ye live ! To me th ' Eternal Wisdom hath dispens'd A different fortune and more different mind- Me from the Dedication.
... d and cheering : now fraternal love Hath drawn you to one centre . Be your days Holy , and blest and blessing may ye live ! To me th ' Eternal Wisdom hath dispens'd A different fortune and more different mind- Me from the Dedication.
الصفحة lxx
With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. A different fortune and more different mind- Me from the spot where first I sprang to light , Too soon transplanted , ere my soul had fix'd Its first domestic loves ; and hence through ...
With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. A different fortune and more different mind- Me from the spot where first I sprang to light , Too soon transplanted , ere my soul had fix'd Its first domestic loves ; and hence through ...
الصفحة lxxv
... fortune are egotists , when they condemn all " melancholy , discontented " verses . Surely , it would be candid not merely to ask whether the poem pleases ourselves , but to consider whether or no there may not be others , to whom it is ...
... fortune are egotists , when they condemn all " melancholy , discontented " verses . Surely , it would be candid not merely to ask whether the poem pleases ourselves , but to consider whether or no there may not be others , to whom it is ...
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الصفحة 185 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
الصفحة 94 - 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. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
الصفحة 106 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
الصفحة 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
الصفحة 97 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
الصفحة 81 - 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...
الصفحة 98 - 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.
الصفحة li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
الصفحة 78 - 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...
الصفحة 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.