Literary Remains, Volume 1 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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page 41 of 288 (14%)
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His not trying his improved scull-cap is an exquisite trait of human character, founded on the oppugnancy of the soul in such a state to any disturbance by doubt of its own broodings. Even the long deliberation about his horse's name is full of meaning;--for in these day-dreams the greater part of the history passes and is carried on in words, which look forward to other words as what will be said of them. (Ib.) Near the place where he lived, there dwelt a very comely country lass, with whom he had formerly been in love; though, as it is supposed, she never knew it, nor troubled herself about it. The nascent love for the country lass, but without any attempt at utterance, or an opportunity of knowing her, except as the hint--the [Greek (transliterated): oti esti]--of the inward imagination, is happily conceived in both parts;--first, as confirmative of the shrinking back of the mind on itself, and its dread of having a cherished image destroyed by its own judgment; and secondly, as showing how necessarily love is the passion of novels. Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams. I never knew but two men of taste and feeling who could not understand why I was delighted with the Arabian Nights' Tales, and they were likewise the only persons in my knowledge who scarcely remembered having ever dreamed. Magic and war--itself a magic--are the day-dreams of childhood; love is the day-dream of youth and early manhood. |
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