The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. Daly, 1838 - 464 páginas |
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... leave much for the edu- cation of his youngest son ; therefore , a presentation to Christ's Hospital , London , was procured for him from John Way , Esq . , one of the governors ; to which ex- cellent school he was admitted on the 18th ...
... leave much for the edu- cation of his youngest son ; therefore , a presentation to Christ's Hospital , London , was procured for him from John Way , Esq . , one of the governors ; to which ex- cellent school he was admitted on the 18th ...
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... leave - days ( for I was an orphan , and had scarce any connections in London ) highly was I delighted if any passenger , especially if he were dressed in black , would enter into conversation with me , for I soon found the means of ...
... leave - days ( for I was an orphan , and had scarce any connections in London ) highly was I delighted if any passenger , especially if he were dressed in black , would enter into conversation with me , for I soon found the means of ...
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... leaving Cambridge , has been variously stated . In the Beauties of the Anti Jacobin , he is said to have been disgraced at college for preaching Deism ; this charge Coleridge repels with indignation , saying , so far is this from the ...
... leaving Cambridge , has been variously stated . In the Beauties of the Anti Jacobin , he is said to have been disgraced at college for preaching Deism ; this charge Coleridge repels with indignation , saying , so far is this from the ...
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... Nathaniel Ogle , eldest son of Dr. Newton Ogle , Dean of Winchester , and brother of the late Mrs. Sheridan ; he was a scholar ; and leaving Merton College , he entered this regiment as a cornet . Some years xvi LIFE OF THE AUTHOR .
... Nathaniel Ogle , eldest son of Dr. Newton Ogle , Dean of Winchester , and brother of the late Mrs. Sheridan ; he was a scholar ; and leaving Merton College , he entered this regiment as a cornet . Some years xvi LIFE OF THE AUTHOR .
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... leave , and I accompanied him six miles on the road . It was a fine morning in the middle of winter , and he talked the whole way . I observed that he continually crossed me on the way by shifting from one side of the foot - path to the ...
... leave , and I accompanied him six miles on the road . It was a fine morning in the middle of winter , and he talked the whole way . I observed that he continually crossed me on the way by shifting from one side of the foot - path to the ...
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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.