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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... whole pages verbatim . " But Coleridge slipped during his first year at Cambridge into a hundred pounds of debt . May I have the honour of furnishing your rooms , Mr. Coleridge , " asked an upholsterer when he first came . He replied ...
... whole pages verbatim . " But Coleridge slipped during his first year at Cambridge into a hundred pounds of debt . May I have the honour of furnishing your rooms , Mr. Coleridge , " asked an upholsterer when he first came . He replied ...
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... whole , willing to abide the result , in confidence that the fame of the loved and lamented speaker will lose nothing hereby , and that the cause of Truth and of Goodness will be every way a gainer . This sprig , though slight and ...
... whole , willing to abide the result , in confidence that the fame of the loved and lamented speaker will lose nothing hereby , and that the cause of Truth and of Goodness will be every way a gainer . This sprig , though slight and ...
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... whole truth - and might , very probably , by implication , convey error . Hence that exhaustive , cyclical mode of discoursing in which he frequently indulged ; unfit , indeed , for a dinner - table , and too long - breathed for the ...
... whole truth - and might , very probably , by implication , convey error . Hence that exhaustive , cyclical mode of discoursing in which he frequently indulged ; unfit , indeed , for a dinner - table , and too long - breathed for the ...
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... whole life , was the following . In 1821 or 1822 , George the Fourth founded the Royal Society of Litera- ture , which was incorporated by charter in 1825. The King gave a thousand guineas a year out of his own private pocket to be ...
... whole life , was the following . In 1821 or 1822 , George the Fourth founded the Royal Society of Litera- ture , which was incorporated by charter in 1825. The King gave a thousand guineas a year out of his own private pocket to be ...
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... whole prejudices of his age , nor so mercilessly racked his fine powers on the problem of a universal Christian philosophy - he might have easily won all that a reading public can give to a favourite , and have left a name - not greater ...
... whole prejudices of his age , nor so mercilessly racked his fine powers on the problem of a universal Christian philosophy - he might have easily won all that a reading public can give to a favourite , and have left a name - not greater ...
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admiration ancient Mariner Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful believe Ben Jonson Bishop character Charles Lamb Christ Christabel Christian church Coleridge Coleridge's delightful Devil divine doctrine doubt England English Epistle of Barnabas fact faith fear feeling genius Geraldine German Greek ground hath heard heart Heaven Hebrew House of Commons idea interest Jews John King lady language living look Lord Lord Byron mean Milton mind modern moral nation nature Nether Stowey never object once Pantheism passage passion person philosophy Plato poem poet poetry political pray principles prose Prothesis reason Reform religion remarkable Roman Samuel Taylor Coleridge seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's ship Sir Leoline Socinian soul spirit style sure sweet thee thing thou thought Thucydides tion true truth Unitarians verse Whig whilst whole words writings καὶ
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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.