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الصفحة viii
... truth ? telligible , or , what is equally fatal , unreadable to man dramatist . This version was made from a copy which the author himself afterwards revised and altered , and the translator subsequently re published his version in a ...
... truth ? telligible , or , what is equally fatal , unreadable to man dramatist . This version was made from a copy which the author himself afterwards revised and altered , and the translator subsequently re published his version in a ...
الصفحة ix
... truth of nature , and Post , he set off for Malta , where he most unex- the power of giving the interest of novelty by pectedly arrived on a visit to his friend Dr. Stodart , the modifying colors of imagination . The sudden then king's ...
... truth of nature , and Post , he set off for Malta , where he most unex- the power of giving the interest of novelty by pectedly arrived on a visit to his friend Dr. Stodart , the modifying colors of imagination . The sudden then king's ...
الصفحة xi
... truth of an order not to be appreciated in a brief space . A far longer life than that of Coleridge shall not suffice to bring to maturity the harvest of a renown like his . The ripening of his mind , with all its golden fruitage , is ...
... truth of an order not to be appreciated in a brief space . A far longer life than that of Coleridge shall not suffice to bring to maturity the harvest of a renown like his . The ripening of his mind , with all its golden fruitage , is ...
الصفحة 8
... Truth , the Patriot's part , And Pity's sigh , that breathes the gentle heart . Sloth - jaundic'd all ! and from my graspless hand Drop Friendshi's precious pearls , like hour - glass sand . I weep , yet stoop not ! the faint anguish ...
... Truth , the Patriot's part , And Pity's sigh , that breathes the gentle heart . Sloth - jaundic'd all ! and from my graspless hand Drop Friendshi's precious pearls , like hour - glass sand . I weep , yet stoop not ! the faint anguish ...
الصفحة 41
... Truth , Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay , Not learnt , but native , her own natural notes Ah ! as I listen'd with a heart forlorn . The pulses of my being beat anew : And even as life returns upon the drown'd , Life's joy ...
... Truth , Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay , Not learnt , but native , her own natural notes Ah ! as I listen'd with a heart forlorn . The pulses of my being beat anew : And even as life returns upon the drown'd , Life's joy ...
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الصفحة 64 - 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.
الصفحة 300 - ... 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; judgement ever awake and steady self-possession, with enthusiasm and feeling profound or vehement...
الصفحة 65 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
الصفحة 70 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
الصفحة 62 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
الصفحة 373 - All things come alike to all: there is one event to the righteous, and to the wicked; to the good and to the clean, and to the unclean; to him that sacrificeth, and to him that sacrificeth not: as is the good, so is the sinner; and he that sweareth, as he that feareth an oath.
الصفحة 66 - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.
الصفحة 67 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
الصفحة 43 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought...
الصفحة 43 - ... 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.