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Coleridge's Ancient Mariner, Kubla Khan and Christabel (1898)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge,Tuley Francis Huntington
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2009
Albatross Ancient Mariner appeared arms beauty beginning beneath bird bodies bright child Christabel Coleridge Coleridge's criticism crossed dead Death dream Edited effect English Essay eyes fair fear feeling feet fell Geraldine given green hand hath head heard heart High School imagination Kubla lady Letters light lines Literature living look loud Magazine maid meaning mind Moon moved nature never night once pain passage passed perhaps poem poet poetic poetry pray present produced prose reached Review rose round sails seemed shadow ship Sir Leoline sleep soul sound spirit stanza stars stood strange Studies suggested supernatural sweet tale tell thee things thou thought tion took turned vision voice Wedding-Guest whole wind wonder wood Wordsworth written wrote
Sida 31 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Sida xxiii - 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.
Sida xix - Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to 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...
Sida 12 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Sida xix - 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.
Sida 58 - They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Sida 22 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Sida 35 - Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail; And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Sida xviii - During the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colors of imagination.