Table Talk of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: And the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel, &cGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1884 - 298 страници |
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... language than another , fell from his tongue . He spoke nearly for two hours with unhesitating and uninterrupted fluency . As I returned home- wards to Kensington , I thought a second Johnson had visited the earth to make wise the sons ...
... language than another , fell from his tongue . He spoke nearly for two hours with unhesitating and uninterrupted fluency . As I returned home- wards to Kensington , I thought a second Johnson had visited the earth to make wise the sons ...
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... language , so affectionate the glance of his pleasant eye ! There were , indeed , some whom Coleridge tired , and some whom he sent asleep . It would occasionally so happen , when the abstruser mood was strong upon him , and the visitor ...
... language , so affectionate the glance of his pleasant eye ! There were , indeed , some whom Coleridge tired , and some whom he sent asleep . It would occasionally so happen , when the abstruser mood was strong upon him , and the visitor ...
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... language , for his diction was always simple and easy ; nor for the abstruseness of the thoughts , for they generally explained , or appeared to explain , themselves ; but pre - eminently on account of the seeming remoteness of his ...
... language , for his diction was always simple and easy ; nor for the abstruseness of the thoughts , for they generally explained , or appeared to explain , themselves ; but pre - eminently on account of the seeming remoteness of his ...
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... language . ' True his mind was a logic - vice ; " I let him fasten it on the tiniest flourish of an error , he never slacked his hold , till he had crushed body and tail to dust . He was always ratiocinating in his own mind , and ...
... language . ' True his mind was a logic - vice ; " I let him fasten it on the tiniest flourish of an error , he never slacked his hold , till he had crushed body and tail to dust . He was always ratiocinating in his own mind , and ...
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... language may thus be preserved , where practice has given some dexterity , and long familiarity with the speaker has enabled , or almost forced , you to catch the outlines of his manner . Yet , with all this , so peculiar were the flow ...
... language may thus be preserved , where practice has given some dexterity , and long familiarity with the speaker has enabled , or almost forced , you to catch the outlines of his manner . Yet , with all this , so peculiar were the flow ...
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Страница 286 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Страница 283 - 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.
Страница 282 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. "The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Страница 278 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Страница 284 - But soon I heard the dash of oars, I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Страница 283 - 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.
Страница 279 - How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Страница 278 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. 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.
Страница 283 - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?
Страница 277 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon—" The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.