The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the AuthorJohn Thomas Cox, 1836 - 403 psl. |
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... Duke of Portland , who sidered the war to be merely grounded on one principle - the pre- servation of the Christian Religion . " May 30 , 1794 , the Duke of Bedford moved a number of resolutions , with a view to the esta- blishment of a ...
... Duke of Portland , who sidered the war to be merely grounded on one principle - the pre- servation of the Christian Religion . " May 30 , 1794 , the Duke of Bedford moved a number of resolutions , with a view to the esta- blishment of a ...
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... of the line by the substitution of a trochee for an iambic ; of which liberty , so frequent in our tragedies , I find no instance in these dramas . S. T. COLERIDGE . DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . Wallenstein , Duke of Friedland , Generalissimo.
... of the line by the substitution of a trochee for an iambic ; of which liberty , so frequent in our tragedies , I find no instance in these dramas . S. T. COLERIDGE . DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . Wallenstein , Duke of Friedland , Generalissimo.
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With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . Wallenstein , Duke of Friedland , Generalissimo of the Imperial Forces in the thirty years war . Octavio Piccolomini , Lieutenant General . Max . Piccolomini , his Son ...
With a Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ . Wallenstein , Duke of Friedland , Generalissimo of the Imperial Forces in the thirty years war . Octavio Piccolomini , Lieutenant General . Max . Piccolomini , his Son ...
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... Duke call hither ? He crowds in visitants from all sides . Iso . Hm ! So much the better ! I had fram'd my mind To hear of naught but warlike circumstance , Of marches , and attacks , and batteries : And lo ! the Duke provides , that ...
... Duke call hither ? He crowds in visitants from all sides . Iso . Hm ! So much the better ! I had fram'd my mind To hear of naught but warlike circumstance , Of marches , and attacks , and batteries : And lo ! the Duke provides , that ...
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... Duke Had lay'd so newly on me- Illo . A pleasant duty - Major General , I wish you joy ! Iso . What , you mean , of his regiment ? Noble Butler ! I had forgotten I hear , too , that , to make the gift still sweeter , The Duke has given ...
... Duke Had lay'd so newly on me- Illo . A pleasant duty - Major General , I wish you joy ! Iso . What , you mean , of his regiment ? Noble Butler ! I had forgotten I hear , too , that , to make the gift still sweeter , The Duke has given ...
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anguish arms army beneath breast Butler Coleridge Coun Countess dear Derwent Coleridge dost doth dream Duch Duke Egra Emperor enemy evil Exit faith father fear feelings fortune Friedland Gillman give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Green hither holy honour hope hour Illo Isolani Jesus College Lady light look Lord Macd Maradas meek mind morning mother ne'er Nether Stowey Neub never night o'er Octavio pause peace Piccolomini Pixies poems poet poison'd Prague Ques Questenberg regiment round S. T. COLERIDGE SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Sara Coleridge SCENE silent song Sonnet soul spirit stand stars Stowey Swedes sweet tear Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine thing thou hast thought thro thyself tion trust Twas voice Wallenstein whole wild word Wordsworth Wran youth Мах
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