Biographia Literaria, Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life and Opinions, 2 tomasW. Pickering, 1847 - 804 psl. |
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... mother English is far from being general ; and that the composition of our novels , magazines , public harangues , and the like is commonly as trivial in thought , and yet enigmatic in expression , as if Echo and Sphinx had laid their ...
... mother English is far from being general ; and that the composition of our novels , magazines , public harangues , and the like is commonly as trivial in thought , and yet enigmatic in expression , as if Echo and Sphinx had laid their ...
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... MOTHER , and others , the persons introduced are by no means taken from low or rustic life in the common acceptation of those words ; and it is not less clear , that the sentiments and language , as far as they can be conceived to have ...
... MOTHER , and others , the persons introduced are by no means taken from low or rustic life in the common acceptation of those words ; and it is not less clear , that the sentiments and language , as far as they can be conceived to have ...
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... mother , as to present to the general reader rather a laughable bur- lesque on the blindness of anile dotage , than an ana- lytic display of maternal affection in its ordinary workings . IN THE THORN , 12 the poet himself acknowledges ...
... mother , as to present to the general reader rather a laughable bur- lesque on the blindness of anile dotage , than an ana- lytic display of maternal affection in its ordinary workings . IN THE THORN , 12 the poet himself acknowledges ...
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... mother's heart , and brought Her senses back again : And , when at last her time drew near , Her looks were calm , her senses clear . No more I know , I wish I did . And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of this poor child ...
... mother's heart , and brought Her senses back again : And , when at last her time drew near , Her looks were calm , her senses clear . No more I know , I wish I did . And I would tell it all to you ; For what became of this poor child ...
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... MOTHER , notwithstanding the beauties which are to be found in each of them where the poet interposes the music of his own thoughts , would have been more delightful to me in prose , told and managed , as by Mr. Wordsworth they would ...
... MOTHER , notwithstanding the beauties which are to be found in each of them where the poet interposes the music of his own thoughts , would have been more delightful to me in prose , told and managed , as by Mr. Wordsworth they would ...
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Biographia Literaria; Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life ..., 2 tomas Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1848 |
Biographia Literaria; Or Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life ..., 2 tomas Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1817 |
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admiration appear beautiful believe Bertram blank verse boys Bristol brother called character Charles Lloyd child Coleridge's composition Courier criticism Dane delight diction drama EDINBURGH REVIEW edition effect English essays excellence excitement expression eyes fancy Father feelings genius German ground heart heaven honour human Iamus images imagination instance Joan of Arc kind Klopstock Kotzebue language least less letter lines live look mean metre Milton mind moral Morning Post Mother Muse nature never object Paradise Lost passage passion person philosophical Pindar pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry present prose racter Ratzeburg reader rhyme S. T. COLERIDGE says scarcely seems sense Shakespeare shew Sonnet soul Southey speak spirit stanza Stuart style superiour taste thee things thou thought tion translation truth verse Watchman whole words Wordsworth write wrote
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