The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 psl. |
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... less diversely charac- terised , that there is a discernible difference betwixt the productions of his Early Manhood and of his Middle Age , the latter being distinguished from those of his Stowey life , which may be considered as his ...
... less diversely charac- terised , that there is a discernible difference betwixt the productions of his Early Manhood and of his Middle Age , the latter being distinguished from those of his Stowey life , which may be considered as his ...
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... less adequate to obtain it . 2. Poems of Early Manhood are " The Ancient Mariner , " " The Wanderings of Cain , " " Kubla Khan , " " Christabel , " Part I. The " Sibylline Leaves " of 1817 comprises many minor poems of the same date as ...
... less adequate to obtain it . 2. Poems of Early Manhood are " The Ancient Mariner , " " The Wanderings of Cain , " " Kubla Khan , " " Christabel , " Part I. The " Sibylline Leaves " of 1817 comprises many minor poems of the same date as ...
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... less , That stands above the rock : The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock . And the bay was white with silent light Till rising from the same , Full many shapes , that shadows were , In crimson colours came . A ...
... less , That stands above the rock : The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock . And the bay was white with silent light Till rising from the same , Full many shapes , that shadows were , In crimson colours came . A ...
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... less than from two to three hundred lines ; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things , with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions , without any sensation or conscious ...
... less than from two to three hundred lines ; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things , with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions , without any sensation or conscious ...
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... less colloquial . It was not my intention , I said , to justify the publication , whatever its author's feelings might have been at the time of composing it . That they are calculated to call forth so severe a reprobation from a good ...
... less colloquial . It was not my intention , I said , to justify the publication , whatever its author's feelings might have been at the time of composing it . That they are calculated to call forth so severe a reprobation from a good ...
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The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. With Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1837 |
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amaranth ancient Mariner arms babe Bard beloved beneath bird blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heaved Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER holy Hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady light limbs look Lord loud Love maid meek mind Monody Moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge shadow SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild William Wordsworth wind wing youth
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108 psl. - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
116 psl. - 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.
144 psl. - 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.
199 psl. - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
254 psl. - 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...
254 psl. - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
112 psl. - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
94 psl. - He holds him with his glittering eye The wedding-guest stood still, And listens like a three-years' child : The Mariner hath his will. The wedding-guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner : ' The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon ' The wedding-guest here beat his breast, For he heard...
115 psl. - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?
284 psl. - 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...