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Page xxix
... father , " The truth is , my father was not a first - rate genius ; he was , however , a first - rate Christian , which is much better . I need not de- tain you with his character . In learning , good heartedness , absentness of mind ...
... father , " The truth is , my father was not a first - rate genius ; he was , however , a first - rate Christian , which is much better . I need not de- tain you with his character . In learning , good heartedness , absentness of mind ...
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... came upon it , I would seize it , carry it by the wall and bask and read . My father found out the effect which these books had produced and burned them . " So I became a dreamer , and acquired an XXX MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
... came upon it , I would seize it , carry it by the wall and bask and read . My father found out the effect which these books had produced and burned them . " So I became a dreamer , and acquired an XXX MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
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... father , simple - minded as he was , recognized the peculiar gifts of the child of his age , " for , " says Coleridge , " he had resolved that I should be a parson . " In 1781 , before Coleridge was nine years old , his father died . He ...
... father , simple - minded as he was , recognized the peculiar gifts of the child of his age , " for , " says Coleridge , " he had resolved that I should be a parson . " In 1781 , before Coleridge was nine years old , his father died . He ...
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... Biographia Literaria , to enter into a defence of her father . One sentence from it seems to cover the whole ground . " If he was not always sufficiently considerate of other men's property , he was profuse of his XC MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
... Biographia Literaria , to enter into a defence of her father . One sentence from it seems to cover the whole ground . " If he was not always sufficiently considerate of other men's property , he was profuse of his XC MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
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... father was not present at her wedding . But though not supported by the common ties , the affection between them was ... father's memory . Of the last days of Coleridge little is known . He died on the 25th of July , 1834 . The life of ...
... father was not present at her wedding . But though not supported by the common ties , the affection between them was ... father's memory . Of the last days of Coleridge little is known . He died on the 25th of July , 1834 . The life of ...
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Page 162 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 120 - 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.
Page 122 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! 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.
Page 173 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Page 131 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. 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...
Page 174 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air...
Page 124 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 121 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 308 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. "Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Page 138 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.