The Poetical Works Of S. T. Coleridge Volume 2 by Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe Poetical Works Of S. T. Coleridge Volume 2 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Poetical Works Of S. T. Coleridge Volume 2

bySamuel Taylor Coleridge

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1836 edition. Excerpt: ... at a little distance from Isidore's house. Ord. Here we may stop: your house distinct in view, Yet we secured from listeners. Isid. Now indeed My house! and it looks cheerful as the clusters Basking in sunshine on yon vine-clad rock, That over-brows it! Patron! Friend! Preserver! Thrice have you saved my life. Once in the battle You gave it me: next rescued me from suicide: When for my follies I was made to wander, With mouths to feed, and not a morsel for them: Now but for you, a dungeon's slimy stones Had been my bed and pillow. Ord. Good Isidore! Why this to me! It is enough, you know it. Isid. A common trick of gratitude, my lord, Seeking to ease her own full heart Ord. Enough! A debt repaid ceases to be a debt. You have it in your power to serve me greatly. Isid. And how, my lord? I pray you to name the thing. I would climb up an ice-glazed precipice To pluck a weed you fancied! Ord. Why--that--Lady--Isid. 'Tis now three years, my lord, since last I saw you: Have you a son, my lord? Ord. O miserable--aside. Isidore! you are a man, and know mankind. I told you what I wished--now for the truth---She loved the man you kill'd. Isid. You jest, my lord? Ord. And till his death is proved she will not. wed me. Isid. You sport with me, my lord? Ord. Come, come! this fooler)' Lives only in thy looks, thy heart disowns it! Isid. I can bear this, and any thing more grievous From you,my lord--but how can I serve you here? Ord. Why, you can utter with a solemn gesture Oracular sentences of deep no-meaning, Wear a quaint garment, make mysterious antics--laid. I am dull, my lord! I do not comprehend you. Ord. In blunt terms, you can play the sorcerer. She hath no faith in Holy Church, 'tis true; Her lover schooled her in some newer nonsense; Yet...
Title:The Poetical Works Of S. T. Coleridge Volume 2Format:PaperbackDimensions:78 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.16 inPublished:October 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217364691

ISBN - 13:9780217364690