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Side xii
... once an initiatory and integral portion . No part of Christopher in the Tent has ever before been published in America : as Coleridge would ( and did ) say , “ It is as good as manuscript . " In October , 1830 , in an article called ...
... once an initiatory and integral portion . No part of Christopher in the Tent has ever before been published in America : as Coleridge would ( and did ) say , “ It is as good as manuscript . " In October , 1830 , in an article called ...
Side xviii
... once retire . He commenced , and completed , a series of critical articles , in his own style , called “ Specimens of the British Classics . ” After this , the old man eloquent flashed out in his " Dies Boreales , ” — the last of which ...
... once retire . He commenced , and completed , a series of critical articles , in his own style , called “ Specimens of the British Classics . ” After this , the old man eloquent flashed out in his " Dies Boreales , ” — the last of which ...
Side 3
... once between the 20th of last month and the 6th of August , on which occasion , he was arrayed in white raiment from top to toe - his hat being made of partridge feathers , and his shoes of untanned leather . He was accompanied by a ...
... once between the 20th of last month and the 6th of August , on which occasion , he was arrayed in white raiment from top to toe - his hat being made of partridge feathers , and his shoes of untanned leather . He was accompanied by a ...
Side 4
... once he was a steed quite above starting at trifles . The Poet's dog , some- thing between a Newfoundland and a colley , was not equally pacific- but went to work on an old turnspit belonging to the house , which was with difficulty ...
... once he was a steed quite above starting at trifles . The Poet's dog , some- thing between a Newfoundland and a colley , was not equally pacific- but went to work on an old turnspit belonging to the house , which was with difficulty ...
Side 9
... once thought nothing could have tamed and which used to carry us , as on wings , unwearied and exulting , over heights that we could now travel only in the dream of fancy . Here a twinge of the rheumatism made us sensibly feel the truth ...
... once thought nothing could have tamed and which used to carry us , as on wings , unwearied and exulting , over heights that we could now travel only in the dream of fancy . Here a twinge of the rheumatism made us sensibly feel the truth ...
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Side 145 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 309 - Parliament and freedom of debate to the uttering language, which, if spoken out of the House, I should answer only with a blow. I care not how high his situation, how low his character, how contemptible his speech; whether a privy counsellor or a parasite, my answer would be a blow. He has charged me with being connected with the rebels: the charge is utterly, totally, and meanly false.
Side 92 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Side 445 - The Virgin Mother of the God-born Child, With her Son in her blessed arms look'd round, Splired by some chance when all beside was spoil'd ; She made the earth below seem holy ground.
Side 139 - Cain instead, on purpose to avoid shocking any feelings on the subject, by falling short of, what all uninspired men must fall short in, viz., giving an adequate notion of the effect of the presence of Jehovah. The old Mysteries introduced him liberally enough, and all this is avoided in the new one.
Side 89 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Side xxii - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Side 91 - It is strictly the language of the imagination; and the imagination is that faculty which represents objects, not as they are in themselves, but as- they are moulded by other thoughts and feelings, into an infinite variety of shapes and combinations of |wwer.
Side 85 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Side 91 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...