The Table Talk and Omniana of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1917 - 500 ˹éÒ
 

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˹éÒ 195 - 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...
˹éÒ 468 - Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that must first be wise and good ; But from that mark how far they rove we see, For all this waste of wealth and loss of blood.
˹éÒ 309 - Forth rush'd with whirlwind sound The chariot of Paternal Deity, Flashing thick flames, wheel within wheel undrawn, Itself instinct with spirit, but convoy'd 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...
˹éÒ 449 - Fie, fie upon her ! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
˹éÒ 189 - IV. Forgive me, Freedom ! O forgive those dreams ! I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament, From bleak Helvetia's icy cavern sent — I hear thy groans upon her blood-stained streams ! Heroes, that for your peaceful country perished, And ye that, fleeing, spot your mountain-snows With bleeding wounds ; forgive me, that I cherished...
˹éÒ 331 - He tugg'd, he shook, till down they came and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors...
˹éÒ 293 - 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 !
˹éÒ 73 - I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry ; that is, prose = words in their best order ; — poetry = the best words in the best order.
˹éÒ 220 - This beauty, in the blossom of my youth, When my first fire knew no adulterate incense, Nor I no way to flatter, but my fondness, In all the bravery my friends could...
˹éÒ 65 - Hamlet's character is the prevalence of the abstracting and generalizing habit over the practical. He does not want courage, skill, will, or opportunity; but every incident sets him thinking; and it is curious, and at the same time strictly natural, that Hamlet, who all the play seems reason itself, should be impelled, at last, by mere accident to effect his object. I have a smack of Hamlet myself, if I may say so.

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