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

The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge is a definitive compilation of the poet's extensive writings, featuring his poetry, prose, and critical essays. The volume is enhanced with an introductory essay that delves into Coleridge's philosophical and theological beliefs, providing insight into the intellectual context of his work. more

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge was an English poet, critic, and philosopher, renowned for his works such as 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' and 'Kubla Khan'. A leading figure in the Romantic movement, his work has had a significant impact on English literature. more

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“This hill crossed with broken pines and maples lumpy with the burial mounds of uprooted hemlocks (hurricane of '38) out of their rotting hearts generations rise trying once more to become the forest just beyond them tall enough to be called trees in their youth like aspen a bouquet of young beech is gathered they still wear last summer's leaves the lightest brown almost translucent how their stubbornness has decorated the winter woods.”

“It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos. The rackety, icy, offshore wind numbed our faces on one side; disrupted the formation of a lone flight of Canada geese; and blew back the low, inaudible rollers in upright, steely mist.”

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.”

“Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs Arching high over A cool green house: Full of sweet scents, And whispering air Which sayeth softly: We spread no snare; Here dwell in safety, Here dwell alone, With a clear stream And a mossy stone. Here the sun shineth Most shadily; Here is heard an echo Of the far sea, Though far off it be.”