Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic StudiesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 297 pages |
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... In a copper sky the Sun at noon stood right above the perpendicular mast . In the air was no breath ; the vessel , without motion , as if pinned to the spot , was As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean 20 COLERIDGE .
... In a copper sky the Sun at noon stood right above the perpendicular mast . In the air was no breath ; the vessel , without motion , as if pinned to the spot , was As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean 20 COLERIDGE .
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... breath that immortalizes Hamlet and Faust . That his work be not tame and unprofitable it must be illuminated by light from the beauti- ful . From this poetic source he gets a clearer insight , a readier mastery . Now Coleridge was ...
... breath that immortalizes Hamlet and Faust . That his work be not tame and unprofitable it must be illuminated by light from the beauti- ful . From this poetic source he gets a clearer insight , a readier mastery . Now Coleridge was ...
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... breath ; And three firm friends , more sure than day and night - Himself , his Maker , and the angel Death . " ― Kubla Khan , The Ancient Mariner , and Christabel new beings begotten on the brain of genius are fragrant with subtle ...
... breath ; And three firm friends , more sure than day and night - Himself , his Maker , and the angel Death . " ― Kubla Khan , The Ancient Mariner , and Christabel new beings begotten on the brain of genius are fragrant with subtle ...
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... breath of popularity . The funeral bell had a much livelier and wider echo at the decease of Byron or Scott . And yet , the life - work of Coleridge is more valuable than that of either of these . His poetic genius was at least equal to ...
... breath of popularity . The funeral bell had a much livelier and wider echo at the decease of Byron or Scott . And yet , the life - work of Coleridge is more valuable than that of either of these . His poetic genius was at least equal to ...
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... - termitted , and is astonishing by its ease , its limpidity , its liveliness , its unbroken music , music most rhythmical , and so laden with the breath of wholesome feeling , of manliness , of aspiration SHELLEY . 207.
... - termitted , and is astonishing by its ease , its limpidity , its liveliness , its unbroken music , music most rhythmical , and so laden with the breath of wholesome feeling , of manliness , of aspiration SHELLEY . 207.
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admiration Adonais Ancient Mariner Artist aspiration beautiful Bowyer brain breath Byron Bysshe Cenci Charles Lamb CHIG CHIGAN Christ's Hospital Christabel Cole Coleridge Coleridge's creative daily death deep delight dream earth Eton eyes faculty father feeling FMIC fresh genius gifts give glow Goethe Goethe's Harriet heart Henry Nelson Coleridge hope human hundred lines ideal intellectual Kubla Khan letters light lived looked Lord Byron manhood ment mental metaphysics MIC UNIV MICHIG mind moral nature ness never noble outward Plato poems poet poet's poetic imagination poetry principles Prometheus Queen Mab Revolt of Islam rich RSITY sensibility Shakespeare Shel Shelley Shelley's sister SITY UNIVE soul Southey spirit Spirit of Solitude stanzas sympathy talk thee thinker thou thought tion Trelawney truth UNIV MIC UNIVERS SITY verse Weimar Wordsworth write written wrote young youth
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Page 217 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
Page 243 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 23 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. " He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Page 20 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 20 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 141 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check.
Page 140 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Page 241 - All he had loved, and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, Dimmed the aereal eyes that kindle day; Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.
Page 106 - If Hope prostrate lie, Love, too, will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er, with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Woos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ; Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love.
Page 249 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.