The Rime of the Ancient MarinerNewson, 1906 - 50 psl. |
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... Hall Caine in the " Great Writers Series . " Less satisfactory than the preceding biog- raphies , but brilliant in places and containing an admirable bibliography . Among Coleridge's poems possessing an autobiographical interest are ...
... Hall Caine in the " Great Writers Series . " Less satisfactory than the preceding biog- raphies , but brilliant in places and containing an admirable bibliography . Among Coleridge's poems possessing an autobiographical interest are ...
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... hall , " are unjustifiably rough , and that Lowell did not possess the firmness or the delicacy of touch so marked in the great melodists . Then , too , like Tennyson's " Princess , " the poem is wanting in marked structural unity . The ...
... hall , " are unjustifiably rough , and that Lowell did not possess the firmness or the delicacy of touch so marked in the great melodists . Then , too , like Tennyson's " Princess , " the poem is wanting in marked structural unity . The ...
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... " During Coleridge's residence in Stowey his friend Poole reformed the church choir and added a bassoon to its resources . Mrs. Stanford ( " T. Poole and his IX . The bride hath paced into the hall , 4 THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
... " During Coleridge's residence in Stowey his friend Poole reformed the church choir and added a bassoon to its resources . Mrs. Stanford ( " T. Poole and his IX . The bride hath paced into the hall , 4 THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
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... hall . " Cf. also " The Ballad of the Dark Ladie " : " But first the nodding minstrels go . " What words in this stanza are especially suggestive and picturesque ? 2 of what stanza is this nearly a repetition ? What is the Poet's ...
... hall . " Cf. also " The Ballad of the Dark Ladie " : " But first the nodding minstrels go . " What words in this stanza are especially suggestive and picturesque ? 2 of what stanza is this nearly a repetition ? What is the Poet's ...
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... hall in the North Countree , 1 And never its gates might opened be , Save to lord or lady of high degree ; Summer besieged it on every side , 2 120 But the churlish stone her assaults defied ; She could not scale the chilly wall , 125 ...
... hall in the North Countree , 1 And never its gates might opened be , Save to lord or lady of high degree ; Summer besieged it on every side , 2 120 But the churlish stone her assaults defied ; She could not scale the chilly wall , 125 ...
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