The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Band 6

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Harper & brothers, 1864
 

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Seite 470 - HEAR, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: For the Lord hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children, And they have rebelled against me. The ox knoweth his owner, And the ass his master's crib: But Israel doth not know, My people doth not consider.
Seite 406 - But who is this, what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems, That, so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way, sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play...
Seite 158 - Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered...
Seite 399 - An Orphic song indeed, A song divine of high and passionate thoughts To their own music chanted...
Seite 346 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length...
Seite 314 - And the high priest arose, and said unto him, Answerest thou nothing? What is it which these witness against thee? But Jesus held his peace. And the high priest answered and said unto him, I adjure thee by the living God, that thou tell us whether thou be the Christ, the Son of God.
Seite 499 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Seite 158 - For they have healed the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, "Peace, peace!
Seite 376 - If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us ! But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us...
Seite 514 - By four cherubic Shapes. Four faces each Had wondrous ; as with stars, their bodies all And wings were set with eyes; with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and careering fires between ; Over their heads a crystal firmament.

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