The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S. T. Coleridge: With a Life of the Author, Volume 1Little, Brown, 1861 |
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... Death of Chatterton . 40 Sonnet I. My Heart has Thanked Thee , Bowles ! for those Soft Strains .. 47 ... 48 Sonnet II . As Late I Lay in Slumber's Shadowy Vale . Sonnet III . Not Always should the Tear's Ambrosial Dew . 49 Sonnet IV ...
... Death of Chatterton . 40 Sonnet I. My Heart has Thanked Thee , Bowles ! for those Soft Strains .. 47 ... 48 Sonnet II . As Late I Lay in Slumber's Shadowy Vale . Sonnet III . Not Always should the Tear's Ambrosial Dew . 49 Sonnet IV ...
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... death alone was permanently to in- terrupt , commenced ; and long afterward Lamb embodied his recollections of the school - boy life of his friend in the beautiful essay , " Christ's Hospital five - and - thirty years ago . " Who that ...
... death alone was permanently to in- terrupt , commenced ; and long afterward Lamb embodied his recollections of the school - boy life of his friend in the beautiful essay , " Christ's Hospital five - and - thirty years ago . " Who that ...
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... death published some reminiscences of these days , said of him , - " Cole- ridge was very studious , but his reading was desultory and capricious ; he was ready at any time to unbend his mind in conversation , and for the sake of this ...
... death published some reminiscences of these days , said of him , - " Cole- ridge was very studious , but his reading was desultory and capricious ; he was ready at any time to unbend his mind in conversation , and for the sake of this ...
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... death - pangs he transpierced me , and then he became a wolf and lay gnawing my bones ! I am not mad , most noble Festus ! but in sober sadness I have suffered this day more bodily pain than I had before a conception of . My right cheek ...
... death - pangs he transpierced me , and then he became a wolf and lay gnawing my bones ! I am not mad , most noble Festus ! but in sober sadness I have suffered this day more bodily pain than I had before a conception of . My right cheek ...
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... thought to be her familiar - and , on the death of Mrs. Mary Row , the opinion of her having been a witch was confirmed in the following extraordinary manner . The Lessing , and very large collections for a life of MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
... thought to be her familiar - and , on the death of Mrs. Mary Row , the opinion of her having been a witch was confirmed in the following extraordinary manner . The Lessing , and very large collections for a life of MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
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Page 239 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 132 - 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.
Page 133 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, 'With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Page 141 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Page 132 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Page 240 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Page 302 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Page 286 - O ! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere...
Page 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Page 309 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?