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Page 509
James , pointing to its summit , over which they had all purposed to return
together , informed them that he would wait for them there . They parted , and his
comrades passed that way some two hours after , but they did not find him at the
...
James , pointing to its summit , over which they had all purposed to return
together , informed them that he would wait for them there . They parted , and his
comrades passed that way some two hours after , but they did not find him at the
...
Page 554
My former thoughts returned ; the fear that kills ; And hope that is unwilling to be
fed ; Cold , pain , and labor , and all fleshly ills ; And mighty Poets in their misery
dead . But now , perplex ' d by what the Old Man had said , My question eagerly ...
My former thoughts returned ; the fear that kills ; And hope that is unwilling to be
fed ; Cold , pain , and labor , and all fleshly ills ; And mighty Poets in their misery
dead . But now , perplex ' d by what the Old Man had said , My question eagerly ...
Page 565
Suddenly the Poet is carried on with greater animation and passion : - he has
returned to the point whence he started — flung himself back into the tide of
stirring life and moving events . All is to come overagain , struggle and conflict ,
chances ...
Suddenly the Poet is carried on with greater animation and passion : - he has
returned to the point whence he started — flung himself back into the tide of
stirring life and moving events . All is to come overagain , struggle and conflict ,
chances ...
Page 567
At the close of the day on his return our tourist found them in the same place . “
Twelve hours , ” says he , “ Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours are gone ,
while I Have been a traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and
cheer ...
At the close of the day on his return our tourist found them in the same place . “
Twelve hours , ” says he , “ Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours are gone ,
while I Have been a traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and
cheer ...
Page 575
and “ I ' ve heard of hearts unkind , kind deeds With coldness still returning ; Alas !
the gratitude of men Has oftener left me mourning . " 33 or in a still higher strain
the six beautiful quatrains , page 134 . “ Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet ...
and “ I ' ve heard of hearts unkind , kind deeds With coldness still returning ; Alas !
the gratitude of men Has oftener left me mourning . " 33 or in a still higher strain
the six beautiful quatrains , page 134 . “ Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet ...
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Page 582 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized. High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 734 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 581 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Page 555 - Oh ! many are the Poets that are sown By Nature ; men endowed with highest gifts, The vision and the faculty divine ; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse...
Page 443 - I hoped, might be of some use to ascertain, how far, by fitting to metrical arrangement a selection of the real language of men in a state of vivid sensation...
Page 451 - What is poetry? — is so nearly the same question with, what is a poet? — that the answer to the one is involved in the solution of the other.
Page 520 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, For thou must die.
Page 442 - ... things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.
Page 580 - Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; — there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship ; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood...
Page 530 - Scot,' exclaims the lance — Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Field ; Field of Death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, To his ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the flock of war...
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| Title | Biographia literaria; or, Biographical sketches of my literary life and opinions, Volume 2 Biographia literaria; or, Biographical sketches of my literary life and opinions, Samuel Taylor Coleridge Putnam's choice libr Wiley & Putnam's library of choice reading |
| Author | Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Editor | Henry Nelson Coleridge |
| Publisher | Putnam, 1848 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 18 Jun 2007 |
| Length | 804 pages |
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