The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volume 1W. Pickering, 1838 - 362 pagina's No more published; the author collected material for a second volume, but destroyed it before his death. |
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... hour , which , however , was never dull in his society , he would recall to memory the past anecdotes of his father , and repeat them till the tears ran down his face , from the fond recollection of his beloved parent . The relation of ...
... hour , which , however , was never dull in his society , he would recall to memory the past anecdotes of his father , and repeat them till the tears ran down his face , from the fond recollection of his beloved parent . The relation of ...
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... hour at which the bishop punctually breakfasted . Roused , as from a reverie , he instantly left the barber's shop , and in his haste forgetting his wig , appeared at the breakfast table , where the bishop and his party had assembled ...
... hour at which the bishop punctually breakfasted . Roused , as from a reverie , he instantly left the barber's shop , and in his haste forgetting his wig , appeared at the breakfast table , where the bishop and his party had assembled ...
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... hour of I remember those New River , which my life , and even to the end of it did Cole- ridge trace impressions left by the painful recol- lection of these friendless holidays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring ...
... hour of I remember those New River , which my life , and even to the end of it did Cole- ridge trace impressions left by the painful recol- lection of these friendless holidays . The long warm days of summer never return but they bring ...
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... hours of uneasy liberty had expired . " It was worse in the days of winter , to go prowling about the streets objectless ; shivering at cold windows of print - shops , to extract a little amusement ; or haply , as a last resort , in the ...
... hours of uneasy liberty had expired . " It was worse in the days of winter , to go prowling about the streets objectless ; shivering at cold windows of print - shops , to extract a little amusement ; or haply , as a last resort , in the ...
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... , good Lord ? I've got the itch , And eke I've got the tad , " the school name for ringworm . He was to be found during play - hours often with the knees of 66 * his breeches unbuttoned , and his shoes down 18 LIFE OF COLERIDGE .
... , good Lord ? I've got the itch , And eke I've got the tad , " the school name for ringworm . He was to be found during play - hours often with the knees of 66 * his breeches unbuttoned , and his shoes down 18 LIFE OF COLERIDGE .
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Populaire passages
Pagina 118 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth; But oh! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Pagina 299 - A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy, And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her head ; Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye...
Pagina 117 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Pagina 291 - And thus the lofty lady spake 'All they who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befel, Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well. But now unrobe yourself; for I Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.
Pagina 104 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Pagina 72 - So I returned and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.
Pagina 292 - And with low voice and doleful look These words did say: "In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel...
Pagina 284 - Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin grey cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill...
Pagina 284 - Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away.
Pagina 14 - My parents, and those who should care for me, were far away. Those few acquaintances of theirs, which they could reckon upon being kind to me in the great city, after a little forced notice, which they had the grace to take of me on my first arrival in town, soon grew tired of my holiday visits.