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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... wish them furnished ? ” " As you please . " But woe is to the man who shall say " As you please " to an up- holsterer . Through no active extravagance , but simple indolence , Coleridge ran into debt in his first session at Cambridge ...
... wish them furnished ? ” " As you please . " But woe is to the man who shall say " As you please " to an up- holsterer . Through no active extravagance , but simple indolence , Coleridge ran into debt in his first session at Cambridge ...
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... wish to call the attention of reflecting minds in general to the views of political , moral , and religious philosophy contained in those works , which , through an extensive , but now decreasing , prejudice , have hitherto been ...
... wish to call the attention of reflecting minds in general to the views of political , moral , and religious philosophy contained in those works , which , through an extensive , but now decreasing , prejudice , have hitherto been ...
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... wish nothing but well to the writer . But even had I any interest in his punishment , what could be added to that which a returning sense of honour and gentlemanly feeling must surely at some time or other inflict on such a spirit as ...
... wish nothing but well to the writer . But even had I any interest in his punishment , what could be added to that which a returning sense of honour and gentlemanly feeling must surely at some time or other inflict on such a spirit as ...
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... wish on the part of Mr. Coleridge to conceal the obligation , I for one totally disbelieve it ; the words and images that are taken are taken bodily and without alteration , and not the slightest art is used and a little would have ...
... wish on the part of Mr. Coleridge to conceal the obligation , I for one totally disbelieve it ; the words and images that are taken are taken bodily and without alteration , and not the slightest art is used and a little would have ...
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... wish to enter into a rivalry with Schelling for the honours so unequivocally his right , not only as a great and original genius , but as the founder of the philosophy of Nature , and as the most successful improver of the Dynamic ...
... wish to enter into a rivalry with Schelling for the honours so unequivocally his right , not only as a great and original genius , but as the founder of the philosophy of Nature , and as the most successful improver of the Dynamic ...
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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.