The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. Daly, 1838 - 464 páginas |
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... believe that his disappoint- ment at this crisis damped his ardour . Unfortunately , at that period , there was no classical tripos ; so that if a person did not obtain the classical medal he was thrown back among the totally ...
... believe that his disappoint- ment at this crisis damped his ardour . Unfortunately , at that period , there was no classical tripos ; so that if a person did not obtain the classical medal he was thrown back among the totally ...
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... believe , that in your Literary Life you have passed over your college life so briefly , because you wished to banish from your view the ' visions of long - departed joy . ' To enter into a descrip- tion of your college days would have ...
... believe , that in your Literary Life you have passed over your college life so briefly , because you wished to banish from your view the ' visions of long - departed joy . ' To enter into a descrip- tion of your college days would have ...
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... believe that during the early part of his life he enlisted as a common soldier in the dragoons . Of course he did not remain long in the ser- vice . Perhaps his then democratical feelings made his officers willing to get rid of him ...
... believe that during the early part of his life he enlisted as a common soldier in the dragoons . Of course he did not remain long in the ser- vice . Perhaps his then democratical feelings made his officers willing to get rid of him ...
Página xvii
... believe he was then captain of Coleridges ' troop , going into the stables , at Reading , he remarked , written on the white wall , under one of the saddles , in large pencil characters , the following sentence , in Latin- 66 ' Eheu ...
... believe he was then captain of Coleridges ' troop , going into the stables , at Reading , he remarked , written on the white wall , under one of the saddles , in large pencil characters , the following sentence , in Latin- 66 ' Eheu ...
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... believe our Lord to have been the real son of Joseph , and who lay the main stress on the resurrection rather than on the crucifixion . O ! never can I remember those days with either shame or regret . For I was most sincere , most ...
... believe our Lord to have been the real son of Joseph , and who lay the main stress on the resurrection rather than on the crucifixion . O ! never can I remember those days with either shame or regret . For I was most sincere , most ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 86 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. "And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 95 - My lips were wet. my throat was cold, My garments all were dank: Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. " I moved and could not feel my limbs ; I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. "And soon I heard a roaring wind, It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere.
Página 85 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.