Poems of Coleridge by Unknown
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That crowds and hurries and precipitates
With fast thick warble his delicious notes;" and an ecstasy comes to him out of that natural music which is almost like that of his own imagination. Only music or strange effects of light can carry him swiftly enough out of himself, in the presence of visible or audible things, for that really poetic ecstasy. Then all his languor drops off from him, like a clogging garment. The first personal merit which appears in his almost wholly valueless early work is a sense of colour. In a poem written at twenty-one he sees Fancy "Bathed in rich amber-glowing floods of light," and next year the same colour reappears, more expressively, in a cloud, "wholly bright, With a rich and amber light." The two women in "The Two Graves," during a momentous pause, are found discussing whether the rays of the sun are green or amber; a valley is "Tinged yellow with the rich departing light;" |
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