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... sweets of popularity - there is no doubt Mr Coleridge must still have continued to be a most eccentric author . But the true subject for re- gret is , that the unfavourable recep- tion he has met with , seems to have led him to throw ...
... sweets of popularity - there is no doubt Mr Coleridge must still have continued to be a most eccentric author . But the true subject for re- gret is , that the unfavourable recep- tion he has met with , seems to have led him to throw ...
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... sweets of popularity - there is no doubt Mr Coleridge must still have continued to be a most eccentric author . But the true subject for re- gret is , that the unfavourable recep- tion he has met with , seems to have led him to throw ...
... sweets of popularity - there is no doubt Mr Coleridge must still have continued to be a most eccentric author . But the true subject for re- gret is , that the unfavourable recep- tion he has met with , seems to have led him to throw ...
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... sweets of popularity - there is no doubt Mr Coleridge must still have continued to be a most eccentric author . But the true subject for re- gret is , that the unfavourable recep- tion he has met with , seems to have led him to throw ...
... sweets of popularity - there is no doubt Mr Coleridge must still have continued to be a most eccentric author . But the true subject for re- gret is , that the unfavourable recep- tion he has met with , seems to have led him to throw ...
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... sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the ...
... sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the ...
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... sweet : Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did thus pursue her ...
... sweet : Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did thus pursue her ...
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Page 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Page 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Page 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Page 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Page 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Page 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.