The Golden Book of ColeridgeJ.M. Dent & Sons, Limited, 1906 - 289 pages |
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... THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A View , A XTHREE GRAVES , THE TOMBLESS EPITAPH , A WORK WITHOUT HOPE . YOUNG LADY , To A. • • PAGE 233 · 242 • 240 • 255 268 • 263 273 270 · 257√ 266 249 • 268 269 260 251 274 267 · 236 258 • 256 • 256 • 211 ...
... THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A View , A XTHREE GRAVES , THE TOMBLESS EPITAPH , A WORK WITHOUT HOPE . YOUNG LADY , To A. • • PAGE 233 · 242 • 240 • 255 268 • 263 273 270 · 257√ 266 249 • 268 269 260 251 274 267 · 236 258 • 256 • 256 • 211 ...
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... thought , and of thought gorgeously enriched by emotion ; but some of us would willingly give away the greater part of it for one more poem as enchanting as The Ancient Mariner . The cause of this decline and fall was opium - 2 The ...
... thought , and of thought gorgeously enriched by emotion ; but some of us would willingly give away the greater part of it for one more poem as enchanting as The Ancient Mariner . The cause of this decline and fall was opium - 2 The ...
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... thought that he was right at the time ; that the world thought he was wrong ; that he was punished by the world , and that he took his punishment quietly . The rest belongs to silence . The last attack on Byron was even more revolting ...
... thought that he was right at the time ; that the world thought he was wrong ; that he was punished by the world , and that he took his punishment quietly . The rest belongs to silence . The last attack on Byron was even more revolting ...
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... thought of what had been . Then reverence and pity would have stolen into the sketch he made . However , Carlyle was terribly punished . The Gods are just . They left Carlyle to prefer the poems of Schiller to those of Coleridge , and ...
... thought of what had been . Then reverence and pity would have stolen into the sketch he made . However , Carlyle was terribly punished . The Gods are just . They left Carlyle to prefer the poems of Schiller to those of Coleridge , and ...
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... thought ; and the good of them would be found by those , who , feeling as he felt , could not shape their feeling into thought or words . He did this work for them , and it is an artist's work . I hope , however , that not many persons ...
... thought ; and the good of them would be found by those , who , feeling as he felt , could not shape their feeling into thought or words . He did this work for them , and it is an artist's work . I hope , however , that not many persons ...
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Page 143 - 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.
Page 107 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 161 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 138 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 106 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; 1 see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful...
Page 170 - Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Page 128 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. "The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; ' The game is done ! I've won, I've won ! ' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Page 138 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 108 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Page 127 - Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!